I know I don't take the time to tell you how I feel or what I think. I'm usually complaining about you or wishing you would work better, feel better. I know, and I'm sorry. I realize my silence doesn't help matters, so here's what I want you to know.
Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for not throwing in the towel when things were at their worst. Thank you for getting up every morning, even when it hurts, and for getting me through the day, even when you've had enough. You are more resilient than I give you credit for. You are stronger than I expected and withstand more than you deserve.
I know you're trying to tell me something. You get inflamed and attack yourself and I just don't know why. Please be patient. I'm trying to figure you out. I know the diagnosis must be frustrating for you. While the shots are helping you move and making you feel better, we're still not addressing the underlying cause of your pain. Please know that I'm trying and that I won't rest until you're made whole again.
Thank you for teaching me that it all matters: what I put in my mouth, what I allow in my head, what I feel in my heart - the choices I make all day, everyday, to help you be strong and thrive. I understand that sometimes you need me to just slow down and breathe. Thank you for teaching me that you are not disconnected from my spirit or my mind; neglecting one affects the others.
So there it is. I am amazed by you. God knit you together and then breathed life, purpose and vision into you. I will be thankful for you all the days of my life.
With Love and Gratitude,
Kim
