Your inner demons will sometimes overplay their hand with depression – they make your inner world so unbearably nightmarish that it feels like there is nothing worth living for. They give you a pistol and guide it to your mouth. But if they haven’t put in the work to fully beat you to nothingness, if there is still a tiny spark of spite left in you, you realize that having nothing left to lose unlocks the most powerful version of you. I’m turning the gun and blasting them in the face – maybe the retaliation will kill me but I’m not going out with a whimper.


