After a bitter fallout with my father, I was once faced with many rejections and failures in the course
of my struggling days. I grew to become acquainted with consistent humiliation and embarrassment and
believed that it was once my fate. I lost my self esteem and self respect, befriended a sadistic man or
woman who enjoyed hurting me and seemed relaxed with that cure. Someday, that man or woman subjected me
to extreme bodily violence and i exploded like a volcano; I refused to take any more humiliation or
insult. I published my proper self not handiest to that character, but to myself as good. Through that
have, I realised it wasn’t the opposite individual who used to be evil, it was my possess darkness
which resulted in that experience. I real suppose that have made me mindful of my possess demons