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Mental Monsters

"It is an evil entity, but it only fights for its own survival"
No one could really say that's wrong, as that's what we all do. But when a survival method becomes destructive, it's hated and loathed.
'Becky'. It seems like such a trivial name to give something so dark. They say giving something a name gives it power, and that's why I held off. But when a name was give, the power was thrown onto me. I didn't feel so weak anymore.
I was able to take control.
Then 'Becky' wasn't such a dark entity anymore. She was still strong, capable of corrupting my mind, taking over my body, paralyzing me. But I had grasped some control.
I was determined to fight for my own survival, as 'Becky' had fought for hers.
She had fought long and hard and was no stranger to overkill, but with the simple naming of 'It', I was finally ready to retake myself, to retake my mind.
When that fear is lost, I became more powerful than anything 'Becky' could throw at me. I was able to prevent her from possessing my body and making it act under her will. I could frighten away any thoughts she forced into my brain.
At the thoughts of dying, 'Becky' sometimes becomes aggressive, and understandably so, winning a battle here and there. But I am determined that she will no longer infect my mind.
All minds are terribly susceptible to corruption.
Maya was told that, and it's very true. Minds are fragile and influenced in some manner every day. Our minds are scary, and mental illness frightens even the strongest of us.
If we don't understand, we are scared. If we are scared, we run. And if we run from the mentally ill, their minds can become wholly infected with a dark sea.
Sometimes, we can be pulled back into the light. Sometimes, we are beaten down into the darkness with just a simple word.
Minds are so vulnerable. Sick minds are not weak. They are not crazy.
'Becky' is a part of me. Millions of people have their own 'Becky' inside them, and that's ok. We'd prefer to be without them, but they make us who we are, and we are so much more than our mental illnesses.
So fight your own 'Becky'.
Think of her as little monsters inside your head that you're not afraid to confront. You can fight them, and even if it takes you a million shots, you will win.
You're a warrior, and will never give up the fight and will never be afraid to ask for help.
Help is never a sign of weakness. It's a sign of humanity and strength, no matter what society will lead you to believe.
Whatever your 'Becky', know a light is there, somewhere.
You just have to find your way through the darkness to find it.
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