When I was young, I've always thought monsters were just myths and stories that Grandparents tell to scare the children. But as I grew older and older, I discovered that monsters are real - no, they're not the monsters that you're thinking. They live inside us... Inside me. They hide in the darkest part of our mind waiting to for someone or something to set 'em free.

Since I was a teen, the monsters visit me from time to time. I call them depression and anxiety, bipolar. I have a lot of good days too, but when the monsters come to visit I drown into that deep abyss of pain and darkness. It's exhausting!

As I am writing this, it has been 2 months since the monsters came to visit... I am better, thank you meds and to the very few people that love me. With those two months I've had a lot of time to think and I had a lot of realizations.

I'm still in a rough state but i'm better compared to how I was 2 months ago.
Someday I hope I could really beat the monsters for good.