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Monsters are real. Ghosts are too. They live in and around us, and sometimes they win. For me, the demon that haunts me is nothing more than the tiny voice that whispers in my ear; "you'll never be happy again." How would I ever be?

When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. Now that I'm a grown up, I realise what could be more scary.

Me.

I don't live inside the darkness. Because the darkness lives inside of me. I am my own darkness.

I remember when I first heard the word, 'Agoraphobia.' That word was way too big for a thirteen year old naive girl. I despised the word so much that it haunted me for a long while. Until few months back when I realised that you can't drown your demons. Those bitches know how to swim.

Agoraphobia from the dictionary means: a morbid fear of opened spaces. To the doctors it may mean: a disorder caused from stress and often triggers a panic attack when out in public alone. But to me?

To me it was traumatizing. Because I knew what I had, had nothing to do