not a martyr building my own cross on which to hang myself daily with a list of all of my transgressions.
You can fight monsters when you embrace the fire, crafting from it your own tools of war.
Swords of truth, crowns of power, rings of love.
Shields to block the lying whispers.
What if inside the worrier, I find a warrior and arm her with what I have crafted with my own hands?
They said I could fight monsters, perhaps the scariest are the ones in my head.