Reality bites.

I've heard the saying which goes "You are your greatest enemy".

True in most respects, especially with regard to my willpower. In movies they potray it as fighting against your demons, and to the background of epic music, and possibly a smidgen of a love story and a pinch of tragedy for good measure. This unfolds on the big screen, and then after they kick their demons back to their closet, they emerge triumphant. A changed man/woman. One that is impossibly wiser, kinder and even more unbreakable than before.

The story is tasty, yes?

But when we come down to the nitty-gritty it really is just us. Us trying to face that skeleton in the closet. Us trying to write an essay/socialise/whatever la. Without the epic music, and epically awesome "oh I am crying in the rain cause this is so hard" scenes. Living isn't glamorous.


It's just us. Us against ourselves.


No one will see those struggles, no one will understand that pain, no one will face the same demon.


But it is up to us to push through.

Difficult, yes.

Impossible - I know it isn't, but it is so hard.