I had a post all lined up as a draft, but I got on to Post Secret and this got me in tears:


I want to say to the person who sent this, You are able to help.

You will need help, to help the one you love, but you are able. 

If you fight, and you try, and you love deeper than you ever thought you could, you will NEVER lose.

I just hope that the person in this picture can accept your help and your love. I pray now that his heart would be ready to receive what you have to give, which is everything 

I used to think that chronic PTSD was a death sentence. It wasn’t. Then I thought Dissociative Identity Disorder was a death sentence. It wasn’t.
I thought that I’d never be okay, I’d never have a “normal” life, that I’d be worthless forever. 

I’m not, and neither are you. 

I won’t have a normal life. My husband and I don’t have the luxury to argue about silly things or have a child whenever we want or even get a good night’s rest. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t live an abundant life. Christ has come and died so that we don’t have to have fear of losing ourselves, and with prayer, we do not have to have fear of losing those we love. 

The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.

JOHN 10:10

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