
Personal Reflection:
I’ve learned the hardest battles don’t happen out in the open—they happen in the quiet, when no one’s watching. The monsters aren’t under the bed, they’re in the mirror. The ghosts don’t rattle chains, they whisper your old mistakes until you believe them. Some days they win. I’ve felt it. The trick isn’t pretending they don’t exist—it’s knowing when to drag them into the light, when to fight, and when to just outlast them until morning. Survival isn’t clean. Sometimes it just means you’re still here, breathing in the dark.
Reflective Prompt:
What inner ghost or monster have you been wrestling with lately, and what would it take to stop letting it win?
Mangus, my Oracle poem just posted speaks directly to this. Synchronicity, I think. You’re very right, the most difficult battles often hide in the shadows.
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very true …thank you
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You’re welcome.
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