It’s one of those days.
When giving up seems easier than fighting.
The demon inside you is still strong.
Not ready to be defeated yet.

The ongoing battle is exhausting.
The constant buzzing in your head.
It’s tiring and draining.
You feel like a wrung-out towel.

Those are the tricky moments.
When doubt creeps up.
When the voice starts shouting.
When you would do anything to shut it up.

Is it all worth it?
The tears, the anger.
And the frustration.
What if you let the demon win?

After all, you had a good time together.
A routine that provided security.
No room for error.
Unhealthy yet rewarding.

Am I sick enough?
The ever-recurring question.
Maybe I am overreacting.
It’s not as bad as it seems.

Immediately, you punish yourself.
For being weak.
The thought of giving up isn’t allowed.
You have to stay strong.

But the demon is right.
You’re a failure.
You won’t make it on your own.
It promises a bright future together.

Stop it, right away.
Don’t be too harsh on yourself.
Instead, be gentle, understanding.
It’s ok to wobble.

Recovery isn’t a straight path.
It’s more of a winding, narrow road.
Uphill in the mud.
Surrounded by fog.

It’s easy to get lost.
To get off the path.
To maybe take some steps back.
With the demon trying to distract you.

But remember why you started this journey.
Your motivation.
Your ultimate goal.
To get your life back.

A normal life.
Like everybody else has.
Fewer tears and sorrows.
More joy and laughter.

But what is normal anyway?
That’s easy.
Whatever you want it to be.
A life without the demon.

Take this as your chance.
To start all over again.
To shape your own future.
Whatever this might be.