A Letter of Gratitude

I feel I need to pen a letter of gratitude.

I tend to only post when my emotions are getting the better of me and organizing my thoughts into words that I give forth to the void help me process it all. I’ve been exceptionally emotional the past three weeks over nothing in particular, and today has been a roller coaster from dark childhood memories to overwhelming present gratitude. For once I’m going to process the positive here.

My husband loves me with a deep passion and somehow handles me with the gentleness of a delicate prized possession. Because he’s my whole world and the only person I’ve ever let fully in, he gets the worst of me when the monster inside rears its ugly head. Instead of blaming me or giving up on me, his compassion and commitment seem to only deepen. He allows me to spend all of my time respecting my frail body and soul so that I fall apart less often. He doesn’t pressure me to do more than my body can so that he does less, he simply quietly does more. He carries our relationship by carrying me.

We have built a life together and he’s not going to let me destroy it. We are devoted to each other and he constantly acts on it. We are one and I honestly would not still be alive without him and his overwhelming strength, gentleness, compassion, loyalty, and love. I am forever grateful.