And You’ll Know All About This… If You’ve Lived. There’s a certain kind of person who gets this straight away. You read that word — deviL — and you don’t just see “devil.” You see the L at the end. You see what it really means. You’ve lived. And if you’ve lived — like really lived — then you’ve met the devil. Maybe not with horns. But in the form of: A bottle you swore you’d stop picking up. A toxic relationship that nearly killed your spirit. Nights you can’t remember. Anxiety you couldn’t explain. Days where you hated yourself. And moments you truly thought, “I can’t do this anymore.” The devil isn’t always in religion. Sometimes it’s in repetition. The devil is addiction. The devil is avoidance. The devil is staying small, quiet, broken, numb. And the devil? It shows up in a million disguises: Wine bottles, TikTok scrolls, fake friendships, late-night texts you wish you never sent. But here’s the part no one tells you: If you’ve met the dev...