Certainly not the spiritual kind, just an emotionally and physically abusive, narcissistic and controlling human woman.
It feels like only one of us will make it out of this war alive. On nights like tonight I often think about taking the situation into my own hands and exiting this war on my own terms. I’m tired and I’m dreary.
Then I’m reminded that I fight back harder every single time. Tonight, when physical abuse came at me, I did not allow it. I fought back, I defended myself physically. That was my first time.
There must be something in that, I wouldn’t be fighting so hard if I didn’t want to be here anymore, but how many more battles can I take?
Life makes warriors of us all.
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as many battles that come my friend– for with every battle you dig even deeper for that inner strength found in your reserve tanks. you fuckin keep fighting and you NEVER give up ya hear me? fuck this demon. demons ain’t got shit on the divine–that’s what you are. u keep fighting until your last breath is sucked out of you–which won’t be by your hand. I believe in you. <3