I normally don’t do entries like this one, but this week I came home from a vacation from Florida with my husband and I am more emotional than usual. It had been about two or three years since Marlon and I had been to Florida and not had something traumatic cause our appearance. I’ve been thinking about the road I’ve been on the past 4 years with him, it’s been a long bumpy road.
Tonight for the first time in a long time, I kneel’d down to pray. I found myself crying. Not because I was necessarily sad, or even angry. I cried from the overwhelming gratefulness I felt to be able to say, I made it. I could feel the biggest impact of three words… “I made it.” I had survived so many different obstacles that the world threw in our path. I’m not sure why I just had felt the overwhelming emotion of that saying, but I could say I successfully maintained my marriage, jobs, my fur baby and still am alive.
I know many people who haven’t made it to today, I know that the big picture I want is so clear today. For the first time it has made everything else seem so small. I constantly get so lost into one small problem that turns into a huge river of emotions that pushes me back 30 steps. For each day my depression won or my anxiety stopped me from being able to do something and I failed to realize that I was much stronger than both of them. He always had my back for me to fall and cry, or to be silent because I was disappointed in myself because I always wanted to be able to do more than I felt capable of. He kept me afloat, He kept me well, He kept me present. Even when I’d fall back onto the past. He’d bring me to today, which being married to somebody who has “days” is such a job in itself let alone a regular marriage. For that, I am so grateful.
To he who feels all my emotions, I love you more than anything. Thanks for always being my help and light through every dark tunnel and pursuing every single dream I have everyday. Even if I can’t say it out loud sometimes, I am grateful and love you every single day more and more.