Sure, they can be a pain in the ass.

They can drive you crazy!

All the things that seemingly keep you stuck, and small.

The inner patterns that make you do weird and sometimes unhealthy stuff.

The habits you didn’t ask for.

The doubts.

The fears.

The pain.

The shame.

But no matter what they look like, they actually want to help you.

Because that’s the thing with our monsters: they’re not REALLY monsters.

They’re just crooked and powerful ways to keep you safe.

What if you realized that the monsters actually care so much about you, that they don’t want you to change a thing?

What if they’re nothing but clumsy misunderstandings?

What would be possible if you love your monsters?