(((((wickedwings)))))

I am listening and I feel your pain. I understand how you feel. I am there where you are at times and you wonder how to get out. My heart goes out to you. I care and I am walking along side of you. Hold on and maybe together we can find a hope somewhere.

Somehow, maybe something will make sense and a door or window will crack open just enough to let in some air. Sometimes, it feels as though I begin to find that glimmer of hope before it just as fast disappears out of sight. And you wonder where did it go and how could it go away so quickly.

One moment you can be laughing and feeling and the next looking for that one escape, that one way to stop the pain for even a moment. I hear you wicked and I so understand. My tears will not come as they sit just beneath the surface. And sometimes I wonder, if somehow I could release what I hold so deep inside if that could have any affect.

That feeling that you are dying from the depression is so real and I understand. I sometimes wonder if someone could just see inside and see that what I want and what is taking place is two different things. Would anyone be able to see?

Hold on wickedwings. You are not alone and I send you what strength I have. Your words said alot and I am sorry for your pain. I would take it for you if I could because I already feel it and I would carry it for you. Keep posting and know you are being heard.

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