She drowned in a sea
of smiling faces, convinced
she was alone in her pain.
You are phenomenal.
I don’t tell you often enough how much I appreciate all that you do for me. There’s no doubt I often take you for granted. For that, I am truly sorry.
You are the ultimate multi-tasker.
It’s so easy to forget just how much you’re responsible for: my breathing, my circulation, my digestion, every blink, every word, every basic motor function. You quite literally do everything.
You are a real, tangible, thing.
It’s such a shame that there are people out there that refuse to accept that you can break just as easily as an arm or leg.
They have felt the pain of losing a loved one, the hopelessness of receiving yet another rejection, the crippling worry when someone they care about might be in trouble. But they refuse to believe that you could make someone feel those things daily, and about simple things that others take in their stride.
You deserve to rest every once in a while.
Even though I don’t have a diagnosed mental illness, I think it’s important that I keep an eye on you. The last thing I want is for you to suffer. From now on, I promise to avoid unnecessary stress, to stay hydrated, and, most important of all, to talk to people if things become too difficult.