Thinking I gave the goat away and showed the spirit the door until it's late and knowing that I've had some wholesome weeks. She is chanting again, reminding me what is so wrong and mocking my attempts for peace of my own mind.  I think she is lying. I think she is honest.

I am alone but alone with them.
I am alone but alone with them.
I AM ALONE BUT ALONE WITH THEM.

They chant louder.

Depression is the demon.
Sadness is the ghost.
and Anxiety is the monster they hold against me.