...even just thinking about it or saying anything about it, I still kinda get this little anxiety attack. It was not a fun day. But when we started talking through, you know, after we got through some of the initial shocks and started thinking through okay, what are we gonna do, how are we gonna overcome this, um, one of my big things was, I really wanted to get on the other side of the fight. I felt like I'd been on the losing side of the battle for too long and I wanted to figure out how to fight back, how to push back against the darkness, and maybe give Satan a bit of a headache. You know, I felt like he had been causing me so much pain and shame and you know holding me back in my progress for so long. I wanted to try and be somewhat of a thorn in his side.