That I could go to treatment and get the help/tools to stop. I can go to Home Depot and buy the tools and be told how to build a house but I couldn’t so the tools and knowledge are only an understanding of the concept. The scariest demons I have ever met are in my head. They call the is “the noise” which is ironic because no one can hear anything not even myself. It’s like watching the school yard fight but only I am the one fighting and only I can finally step in and say… hey… HEY! That’s fucking enough… it’s over… man.., it’s over, you have had enough, let’s go home… it’s over. 180 days today and the fight is over now I hope the healing can live on cause I am sick of it and ready to to not fight that dirty SOB again cause it don’t fight fair