Tell ya what, if I didn’t have the support of my man I wouldn’t be here.
He’s been so lovely over the last couple of months. He’s really kept me together despite it all.
He’s like a comforting weight that keeps me tied to the ground; tied to reality.
Without him I would float away into a mental world, full of darkness and hate.
The other day I found myself in such a state…
I don’t even remember what set me off or how I ended up like it, but there I was, in a heap on the bed, crying my eyes out, getting to the point where I couldn’t handle my own mind. I had started to pull at my hair and scratch myself. But the thoughts would not stop and I was so worked up that I was finding it hard to breathe.
Then in comes Glen.
He doesn’t say a word, he just comes over to me. He pins my hands between his chest, hugs me and just lays there with me, stroking my hair until I find reason again.
I wish he didn’t have to see me like that or have to endure me when I’m like that but he does and he just accepts me as I am. Mental and all.
As shit as it sometimes seems, I can’t get over how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, caring partner.
I am truly a lucky girl.