Some ghosts just don't go away no matter what you do. Ghosts that stay to remind you of the mess you once were, or you are or the mess you will be. Ghosts that deny you the opportunity to move on. These ghosts are never really ghosts but the negative emotions we can never run from.
We call them ghosts to make everything better. Because saying that is easier than accepting the fact that we are all too damaged to even function. In the end, we give up, blaming everything on the demons and the monster under our beds when the monsters are the triggers.
The emotional triggers that take us back to the very places we try to hide from. We make excuses because what else is there to be done? How else are we supposed to make everything alright when nothing makes any sense? How else are we to face the things we keep running from?