“And we have ceased fighting anything or anyone—even alcohol.” (Chapter 6, Big Book)
Fighting, even for good causes, has become the dubious luxury of normal people. Whatever the merits, I’ve abused the privilege, so it has been taken away. I have enough to do without fighting as well.
I turn back mental combatants at the gate, too, with a blessing to go on their way. This includes all thoughts of the future and past, all rumination, all potential objects of attack, all contemplation of dark or troubling things. There is enough good to consider without considering evil as well.