There’s a monster inside of me.

Oh, how I wish I were joking, but nope, I’m not that lucky. It’s not even a metaphor. She’s the real deal, and she’s always there—watching and waiting, biding her time. Hoping for the chance to bite.

I’ve spent my whole life keeping a tight lid on this secret while doing my damnedest to tame the beast. But with every passing day, it’s getting harder and harder.

Maybe that’s because I don’t want to do it anymore.