Demon time, demon mind, in my demon prime. That’s what I always thought. Until I had my baby.

My baby is so pure, so innocent, so beautiful. She didn’t ask to be here, she didn’t ask me to be her mother, she didn’t ask for disfunction.

The thoughts I have in my head, and the pain in my heart is not my baby’s burden. Since an adolescent I have only had to worry about myself. As long as it was good enough for me, it was good enough. Even though my “good” wasn’t the best.

My baby doesn’t know how cruel this world can be, and it is not her place to heal me.

The demons that I once aligned with, must be put to rest for the sake of my baby.

I always knew one day I would have to deal with my biggest demon of all. And today is the day.

I ran away at 17 after 5 years of abuse. I didn’t tell anyone, I learned to stop crying, I learned to count the clock so it would be over faster. Today is the day I fight the biggest demon of all.

I finally confronted my grandfather for molesting me since I was 12 in front of everyone. The truth that forced me to run away and never think about what happened, is now out.

I did this for my baby so she can have a functional mother.

It had been a long time coming, but now I feel I could truly call myself the slayer of monsters.