Life becomes less about living and more about surviving. With these demons in my head, it still feels nearly impossible. They make every day of my life the worst nightmare I ever had. And the problem is you can't wake up and tell someone about it because they won't be able to tell you that it's just a dream. You have to keep going and if you tell someone, they won't understand. They might stare at you, some might be talking behind your back, some might be telling you that they can understand even if they never will be able to totally understand it. But they all will never ever be able to look at you the same way than before. Welcome, you are now officially a monster.