Dear Agony..

I'm sick. I'm sick of you.

-- of the heavy feeling crawling through my veins every minute of every hour of every day causing me to want to hurl my lunch... if I even ate anything.

You won't let me eat.

You won't let me read.

You won't let me focus.

You've got my nerves so worked that I'm shaking, my heart is racing...

You've become part of my life: My closest friend. Just shut up.

It's not fair what you're telling me. It's not fair what you're invading my head with.

Just, let go of me!
Let me shine..

I know how you work.
You've come only to steal from me, kill me, destroy me...

There is a place for you.
and it's not here with me..

I've been to Hell and back, I've not come this far and fought this hard, to let you take me down with you.

my God is bigger than you.
Bigger than me.

Bigger Than This.

So. Let go of me.

You will soon be a small, small, part of my story and how I've OVERCOME every single thing Satan puts in my way because my God is SO MUCH BIGGER.

Get outta here with that crap.

With All That I Am,
Kathryn ♡ ♡