Living with Demons

I once knew a man who was hurt by women over the course of his life, which caused him to close himself off to even a true friendship with a female. The demons held him hostage. The minute he would let his guard down to let a true friendship begin, the demons would step in and fill his mind with fear and old memories.

Many tried to break him free of those demons but failed miserably. The demons' grip would become tighter with each attempt. He kept friends who didn't try to help him. In fact, those "friends" fed the demons, which kept them satisfied and, in turn, kept him satisfied. Misery loves company.

It was heartbreaking to watch. His past and his demons had him thinking he was not worthy of happiness and that he was better off alone. Maybe they were right. Who knows? I thought I would have been the one to slay the demons for him. Like others before me, I became completely intrigued by him and obsessed with that quest. That made him withdraw deeper.

I really don't know how this story ends because it's ongoing, and I handed my quill off to the next person in line. I can not write about it anymore. I have demons of my own. Thankfully, I have learned how to shut the demons out instead of shutting out the people who truly care.