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This is abuse. It is all unwanted, of course. It is highs and lows. It is the mind shaken inside out. It is the heart that fixes it. It is good friends that help through it. It is craving good food and loud music. It is hating this too, on most days. It is calling the doctor because of a bruise and cancelling the appointment with him minutes later. It is a man-child that knows all too well how to gaslight. It is a nightmare in broad daylight. It is dignity destroyed. It is a curse to fight at high price. If you cross paths with a demon, that is all this you will have for a while. You will not run from it. You cannot. Trust me, I have tried. I should not have. Because from there, “Leaving behind nights of terror and fear…I rise, I rise, I rise”. Maya said it first. It is beautiful, isn’t it?