((((freewill))))

My dear friend, I hear you and I understand. That train has no thoughts of how or when it may hit. And when it hits, it is one of great intensity and strength. But you are not alone dear. And I stand at the track, and I hit the switch that trades the track.

I understand freewill and depression is not fun. It does not care who it hits or when it hits you. It does not ask for permission nor does it have any respect of person. It just comes from nowhere at any moment or any given time of day.

Hold on my friend, together we will pull through. I know it is tough so much of the time. And when the train is not of great strength, it is still off in the distance and you can still feel its vibration on the track. But writing and reaching out is a way to stall the train, and slow it down.

Keep writng and reaching out and know that your friends here stand there ready to pick you up should you fall. Thank you for posting and giving me the chance to reach out to you. I care freewill and I love you very much.

DID is not easy to live with, and sometimes not knowing who the train is for--makes it difficult. But each time we reach out, we are taking control and helping ourself. That feeling of losing control is scary in and of itself. The train seems at times to be moving at such intensity, that you wonder if it will fly completely off the tracks.

But freewill, you have a purpose, and God is not done with you or me yet. Sometimes, when I look at my life I wonder what it is. Then, I look at all the friends and support here on PC, and I see that God has blessed me in all the trauma and turmoil, with the greatest gifts of all--all of you.

I count you as one of those great gifts, and it makes me hold on a little tighter, and reach out a little farther. I send you so much love and all the strength that I can. You mean alot to me. Hang in there dear, I am right there beside you and pulling for you. Love you.

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