9 december 2015 13.20

I have the gift of words. The gift of words and big emotions. 

But the gift is also a curse. The words never stop and the emotions can be so overwhelming they break me apart. 

I am a living breathing spark of light. But my light is hidden behind the emotions of despair. 

Life is good. Life is beautiful. I have so much to be grateful for. 

But the nausea takes it all away. The anxiety drowns it. 
The depression is eating me alive. 

Why God? Why did you give me the gift of life just to take it all away making me walk around this beautiful earth like a living dead?