“Call me what you will,” the voice says, calm, confident. “The Monkey on Your Back, Your Personal Demon, The Thorn In Your Side – makes no difference to me. I have no feelings to hurt. Struggle with me, fight me if you wish, but I am a part of you, and I’m not going anywhere. You may quiet me for a time, think you’ve tamed me into submission, but don’t be fooled. When you’re weakest – tired, stressed, emotional – that’s when I’ll show my face, offering familiar, numbing comfort.
“But it’s your choice whether or not to take it.”
100 Words, 05/12/2008
