The Devil within

I've connected with the devil, delved into the underworld. Too many times, I have allowed myself to fall—and I fell to the depths of hell.

About a month ago, I stumbled so far that I reached the devil itself. I sat with it for a while and realised: I am the devil that lives inside my mind. I was trying to harm myself because of the lies and stories I told myself—I am worthless. I am unworthy.

I wrestled with these words for days. The tightness ran through my body, leaving marks as reminders that I was not enough. The devil inside me took over, winning this imaginary battle. Nothing could pull me out—the pull to stay in the depths of hell was too strong.

I honestly cannot pinpoint what saved me. I wish I could. But I do know that when the devil visited again, I cried non-stop, terrified of ever returning to that place. My time in the underworld was done—I needed to leave it behind.

As I cried, I begged my soul not to leave me. I pleaded for it to stay. I love who I am. I love who I am becoming.No matter how hard life gets, I never want to go back to hell.

Now, I battle the devil with my heart and soul. Life still tests me, pushes me around, but my heart has touched my soul—and it has seen heaven. The real heaven.

The heaven that lives in my heart, knowing I am perfectly imperfect.

And I will never allow my mind to take me to hell again. I love myself too much 🤍