Get back up

I could whisper sweet nothings and tell you things will get better tomorrow.

I could clutch you to my chest and tell you it's all going to be okay. But again that would be an untrue fact.

See the storms we face comes with different identities. Each in a different way affecting us mentally.

Depression, and anxiety, the most popular of them all.

Giving in to them we stumble and fall.

Until we can no longer fall and the only way out comes in a neatly wrapped, freshly polished box large enough to cradle you to sleep. And at your lowest that looks great.

But wait...

You have a long life ahead of you. Don't let the monster inside your head deteremine your destiny.

Don't let what can be become what could have been. I know its its hard it's but turn to God and he set you free as he did me.

Don't turn off your light before it's time.

You have a purpose and in due time eye blindingly your light will shine.

I could tell you things will get better.

But how you decide to rise from the ground is what really matters.