Archetype of Ire - The Shield

She met me when I was in the lowest point of PTSD. Nightly horrors were a regular thing. I would have terribly violent nightmares/flashbacks that put her at great risk. Regardless, she refused to leave my side and stuck with me through the darkest time in my life. I was unlovable, unlivable, and mostly dead inside. All I wanted was to die (literally). She held my hand and even though she had no way to understand what I was going through, she simply stayed. She showed me patience, kindness, and unconditional love. A kind of love that I thought that I would never deserve...and sometimes I still don't know if I deserve it. But here she is whether I deserve it or not and I am thankful every day that she is a part of my world. This is for you, Marie. The most beautiful soul that I could ever know and I can never thank you enough for the privilege you have given me to be a part of your life.