what is DANCING WITH MY DEMONS?

we all learn at our own pace... learn how to dance along to the soundtrack of our lives. for some, it might be slow dancing to a violin and a piano, while others will be banging their heads to power metal. It doesn’t matter what rhythm your life follows, but rather that you learn how to dance—how to dance with your demons.
 
“Jennifer, you look like an old lady with those sweatpants,” a voice rings in her head.
She looks at herself in the mirror with a frown, the dark figure looming behind her, laughing. But slowly, her lips curl up, “I don’t care, I’m comfortable and that’s what I was going for,” she replies.
And so her smile stretches as she dances around the room, arms up in the air while her demon prances or (dances) from side to side, unable to stay still while the music blasts at full force.
 
After a long day of work, doubts creep in Amon. Like little eating-flesh goblins, skin prickling with the feeling that Amon has forgotten something as soon as he’s home and he finds his reflection in the mirror.
“Did you lock the door to the office?” the goblins chant in unison.
Amon’s forehead is starting sweating as he doubts himself for a moment. But then he gets his phone out and looks at the pictures in his camera. The last one shows himself with the key in his hand locking the door—safekeeping in case doubts creeped in.
“I did, I know I did,” he repeats over and over again as his hips move side to side to the beat of a reggae song. And of course, the goblins dance with him—no one can deny such rhythm.
 
The night is closing in as Andie stands in front of the door, keys in hand, waiting.
“They won’t like you.”
“There won’t be anything there that you like.”
“And I don’t think you’re dressed appropriately for the occasion.”
“What if you don’t have anything to talk about?”
Andie’s shaking head makes the demons stand back, their voices lowering in intensity.
“No, no. I know everything will be okay. I have plans in place, friends that I know will be there. It’s just a small party, I’ll be fine.”
Unlocking the door and stepping out, Andie heads to the elevator and dances to the quiet tune filling the space as the elevator descends. It’s not easy, but finding coping mechanisms has made all the difference and dancing with demons gets easier and easier every time.
 
Across cities and oceans, a whole world of people dances around living rooms and streets, hips swaying, heads bobbing, arms waving. Overcoming adversity, finding ways to cope, and silencing the voices in their heads, one by one. They all find a way. It’s hard work, but the reward is worth it.
 
The final dance is worth it.