Repeating after myself:

I am not alone. Even when my critic corners me in the darkness of the night, in the hours where only faeries dip their penbrushes in their inkpots to write the tales of dusklight and in-betweens, I am not alone. I do not fight this alone, even if it is my battle to fight, even if it is a lonely fight, an invisible fight.

It will be okay. I will learn to tell him one day, that he is lying and I don’t have to listen anymore.


Just please don’t leave alone to fight this battle.