Thank you for loving me even when I didn’t make it easy. There are things in my brain that convince me I don’t deserve good stuff to happen. My anxiety takes a hold and drags me face down by my feet. I can’t control it. I try to. I try to change my outlook, but that’s not what this is. And you get that. You love me even when my mind is a hurricane and other people would be fleeing for higher ground. Thank you for never making me feel like a disaster.

Thank you for loving me when others would have abandoned me. I’m not used to it. I’m not used to people sticking around. I’m not used to waking up to someone who loves me even when I’m not sure I even love myself.

Thank you for loving me when I was a mess.

You tell me I’m beautiful even when the mirror convinces me otherwise. There’s a gentleness to your love. It beckons me, never forces. It lets me know I’ll be okay. And even in my messiness, you see something worth looking at.

You didn’t have to. But you did. And I hope you know how grateful I am for that.

Thank you for lending a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold. The bad days weren’t as bad knowing you were rooting for me.

Words will never suffice. Just know how deep my appreciation runs.

Thank you for loving me. I don’t know what I did to be so lucky.