I live with a monster, a beast, a creature, that wishes nothing more than to devour me whole, rip my life asunder, even end my life. I have battled this beast for many years. Now at this moment in my life it is caged, perhaps even tamed, but it is always there in the shadows waiting, watching for any chance to break free and complete its foul unforgiving task. I have fought this entity, slowly gaining ground, a mental tug of war for my very sanity. I now have armor, a shield, a sword forged of my own sheer will to survive. So it waits, one misstep, one too long bout of exhaustion and it will burst...