How do I describe my demon? I don’t imagine it as a scary creature with horns and tail. It would have been easier to handle. This demon is just darkness that envelops me and tricks me into thinking that that is the safest place in the world. It makes sense though, I created it for that very purpose.
Creation
Let’s call my first encounter with demons as ‘family curse’ (FC). FC masked itself as wisdom that comes with anger, enabling (dysfunction) and rejection. Sometimes FC gets so strong that it literally suck the happiness out of my childhood. But I didn’t have a choice, I just have to endure and live with it. I grew up thinking that I am not enough and that love, favor and attention comes with a price, a dance with FC. I love my parents deeply and God knows how I long for their unconditional love, but FC breaks me. So as I try to understand why I have to deal with it, I didn’t know I was growing mine.
Ironically, I thought I was living a life deserving of a place in heaven. I thought being close to God means silence, compliance, and apathy for self.
That was my norm. I thought I was an ideal child.
Growth
It was never my intention to let my demon grow. I was not even aware of it.
But to be able to survive, I needed an escape, a place to bury the questions, confusion and pain. An environment with no judgement and conditions. A space I can control.
As an adult, I found my way around demons… tolerate others’ and run to mine. I’d rather over feed my demon with unreleased pain than assert myself and risk a confrontation. People see a kind, calm, and easy version of me, not knowing how messy I am becoming inside. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a bad person. I will not reach this far if I didn’t have a good relationship with God. My heart is pure and almost always, my intentions are for the best. But there’s one question that if God asks me today, I can’t look straight into His eyes, “Did you really love yourself?”
Hatred is what I feel now knowing how convinced I am that I should always put myself last. But you know, God is so good that He always lifts me up and reminds me that I deserve better. He fights my fight and strategically placed angels to defend me.
Awareness
What I thought was my safe space and escape started choking me. That was the time I became aware that it was actually demon that I created. Too late to avoid, I convinced myself that as long as I can keep it inside, I can just ignore its tight grip, getting stronger everyday.
To my surprise, the darkness and pain that I was trying to hide all these years manifested one day in my relationships. When I was about to accept my fate and die with this darkness that used to be my refuge, it started controlling me. And that was the last straw. I will never allow my demon affect my family. And if it already did, at least I can still do something about it.
Healing
For now I do not know how or where to start. I’d still prefer hiding in the darkness however cold it is there than exposing myself.
But one thing’s for sure, I have to start starving my demon to death before it’s too late. Now, letting go of it became part of my purpose.





