Oh, Erika, I am so deeply sorry that you are dancing with the monster. It’s been years since he’s visited me, reaching for my arm, dragging me the dance floor, throwing me about like a ragdoll. But, I remember.

I can’t make him leave you. I have no advice because our monsters are ours — uniquely fashioned from the fears and nightmares that belong only to us. I can only say that I understand. All I can do is send a virtual hug from far away. That’s it. Not much, but I hope enough to make the next 5 minutes easier than the last 5 minutes.

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