Fighting Evil Like a Boss

“In each of us, two natures are at war – the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose – what we want most to be we are.” -Robert Louis Stevenson

Sometimes I pretend that I am in a science fiction or fantasy novel where good is battling evil. Drinking is obviously evil in this scenario. It seems so fitting…I get out my flame thrower or light saber or (insert weapon of choice) and battle it to the death. Because for me, this truly is a life or death battle.

(That sounds so melodramatic when I say it… like, really? Life or death? But yeah. I think if I drink alcohol will contribute to my untimely demise one way or another.)

I can feel myself moving towards the good side the longer I stay sober. I do things that nourish my soul, and there is already more goodness in my life than there was a few short months ago. I don’t want to go back into the dark world I was living. My life is worth this battle. Alcohol is a sneaky, evil asshole who infiltrates my thoughts sometimes, especially when things are hard. When I am weak. When there is less light.

The answer is simple, though. The better I get at loving myself the more good there is in my life, and the easier it is to defeat my enemy.

Once again, it all comes down to love.