All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.
We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility.
I don't like egocentricity, which is something that I have arduously battled in myself my entire life.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
I am convinced now that virtually every destructive behavior and addiction I battled off and on for years was rooted in my (well-earned) insecurity.
But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.
Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.
I can't remember a time where I really battled with my body, but I can remember being asked to lose weight and battling with the advice. It hurt me. Especially as my baby fat naturally melted away as I got older.
My mother has battled breast cancer three times.
I can't think of a greater single vehicle to goodness and a better world than if everyone battled their own natures
