Copyright 1996 by Marianne Williamson. Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. My painful thoughts were my demons.
Demons are insidious.
Through various therapeutic techniques, I'd become very smart about my own neuroses, but that didn't necessarily exorcise them. But oh yes, I would. Acknowledging my patterns was just a way of diverting someone's attention. Then I'd go into a rampage or other outrageous behavior so quickly and smoothly that no one, least of all myself, could do anything to stop me before I'd ruined a situation completely. I would say the exact words that would make the man leave, or hit me, or make someone fire me, or worse.