Those monsters scream at your doorstep during the awakening of storms and although the sun shines once more, some of them enjoyed their stay- they never left.
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This book is primarily consolidated in order to encourage every soul to fight back aga...
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The night's silent, invite them.
Tell your monsters to wear their most grotesque form. Remind them to invite their ungrateful friend, Anxiety. They won't be allowed to start the party without him.
Once they've reached the gates, let your guards fall and your hall of weakness be open— wide enough to let them slip through and create havoc on your bruised lands.
Welcome them with the coldest embrace of emptiness and pour them a gallon of wine made from the finest and purest blood and tears that you kept jarred for the longest time you're able to suppress them.
Don't forget to offer them some sweets of bitterness and grief. Be too overwhelmed, to the point of losing your solitude, as they dance to the lullabies of long-gone memories.
Allow them to sleep, even live, with you. Let your home be their sanctuary— a defenseless hospice. Go and feed them your entire being until all your shattered fragments are all too tiny to be glued back together. Let these monsters take control over you.
Halt!
But all nightmares must come to an end.
Brave soul, you need to wake up— now.
This ain't right.
The night's silent, guard your gates with your head held high. These beasts lurking outside are thirsty for your blood and tears. Your anguish and pain give them joy, and your tears quench their thirst, but you are not giving in to their howls of lament— not anymore.
Hard as it seems, you're a soldier alone on this battlefield. And, no matter how broken your melody is, you create your battle cry. Do not be afraid to fight back— now.
Please, stop inviting those monsters. They're uninvited here. Stop sheltering them under your skin. You don't deserve this.
You don't win a war by befriending your enemies or by blood and tears. You win a war by staying rooted on your land— knowing what you deserve and choosing peace.
Amidst all the darkness embracing you, I pray that you still see how beautiful you are. You are a beautiful mess of gorgeous chaos, please learn to appreciate yourself.
We are fragile beings with strong fronts. We are made both to conquer on land and to challenge the seas. So do not let yourself vanquish beneath the bluest oceans of self-doubt, pain, and miseries.
You were born to conquer, my love.
Storms scream on your doorstep each night that you're alone but remember that no storm stays forever. The sunrise will soon rise, and all the pain will soon subside. Sometimes, we just need to get out. Let the rain water our wounds. Who knows what might grow on these soiled pages of our lives, right? After all, you'll never grow without a little rain.
You just need to endure it a little more— with the courage and will to survive.
