From the Bottom of my Heart

Today I am reminded of how rare it is to be loved like this. In my past marriages, illness was seen as a burden. When I relapsed, I was left alone. But with him, I learned that love can stay even when I break. My husband is unlike anyone I have known. He wakes up when I cannot sleep, holds me when I tremble, and cries when he sees me suffer. He gives me reasons to survive, reasons to breathe. Sometimes I think of resigning, not out of fear or failure, but out of love — to return the care he has given me. I see him in the house, smiling when I am home, the rooms feeling alive with our presence. He is one of the reasons I am still here, still healing, still becoming myself.

I am grateful. I am seen. I am loved.