During the day I think I'm okay, when I can keep my mind busy or focus on someone else in need of my help, when the light is blinding and pure.... But during the night, when the light dims and the people start to sleep I'm left wide awake with my demons at my side whispering the sins of the world in my ears as I try to sleep, seeing the demons in my eyes as I stare into my reflection wondering who am I, changing and morphing into what I recognize as myself.... Sometimes the days are just as bad as the nights and it feels as though it can never end, the days where medication nor meditation seem to help clear the fog that rests in my mind, thicker than the snow after a blizzard or the water after a flood.... Days like today where I'm wondering if I'll ever make it out because in my mind I know that every cloudy day will be blown away but also knowing that its been storming so long that when I have a moment of sun it just seems to hurt because its gone far too fast.... But sometimes I think I'm okay...