The beginning of the end.

This is the beginning of the end of the demons. We all know the things that plague us, the thoughts that keep us turning onto our pillows at night. We all never want to admit them. Let me be candid; candor is all I have.

For me demons are insecurities, financial difficulties and jealousies that yield anxiety attacks and digestive illness.

Today:

--I worried about getting a job.
--I argued for a lost cause.
--I was jealous of other peoples' lives.
--I brought up the awful past.

I am too sad a creature. What/who will help me? Where has all my strength gone; or did I ever have any?