The Demons are back.
They have been quiet for a while, but I know them.
They hide, gathering strength, waiting for that moment when the gap appears, so they can surge through, and take control once more.
Tormenting, twisting their fingers within my brain, whispering their taunts in my ears, goading, until I succumb to their lies, and can no longer hold onto me.
Forcing me down, until they encase me with their writhing bodies, and no matter how loudly I scream, no-one can hear.
And they are clever. So clever.
Because from the outside, the world sees a strong woman.
Not the terrified child, who needs someone to hold her hand, and keep her safe.
And so the battle begins again.