Home. Wrapped around me like armor. My shield and weapon. Mania returns to beat melancholy away from the door. A preemptive strike. Successful. Perfectly placed. Strategic. No collateral damage, just melancholy blasted away, fragged, demolished, destroyed. Zero casualties.
Now, entrenched, well armed, well protected, safe. I know tonight will bring sleep free of demons. I can wake rested, renewed. Spirit rejuvenated. It was a near miss. And I am feeling an adrenaline fueled vigor, knowing how close I came to tragedy. A preemptive strike. Surgical in its precision. Saved. Safe. Home.