Every day I wake up and prepare myself for war. This war isn't fought on the battlefield instead it's a war with the demons inside my head.

One demon likes to wrap around my body as if they are a snake and whisper in my ear that I would be better off dead.

While another prefers to tangle me up in their webs of lies and fears, causing my heart to start to pound like a battle drum.

The third demon I have to fight every day tries to distract me with something shiny, when that doesn't work they try to bribe me with different types of plums.

The final type of demon is an absolute monster. When I'm out in public, with many different people around me, this demon likes to see me start to stutter as I freeze in place.

This demon also finds it funny to prompt me to talk about things I love, but no one really cares which results in me feeling like a complete basket case.

When my day comes to an end, I feel battered, bruised and exhausted from all the battles that I am forced to fight within a single day.

There are times that it feels like the demons have me in a tight spot and I can't escape. Then I remember the people that I have in my corner of the ring, who are willing to help me in any possible way.

By the end of the day, I am covered in new scrapes, cuts, and bruises that no one else can see… but just because someone else can't see them doesn't mean that they aren't real.

I admit that I have a small window of time, before the demons come back and hammer at my door demanding to be let in. Quite frankly I wish I could take a day off from all this and let my body heal.