I felt like this was very relatable for me. It always seems nighttime brings out my own worst critic in myself. Loved the write.

"But how does one cry for help?
When it’s you you’re trying to kill."

YES to this. I related to this immensely as well. Those voices that question our worth, and we are just trying to survive the night. You captured this so well. Fear can take so many ugly forms and try to defeat us time and time again.

Keep fighting.