Open Anytime

You are beautiful, you do light up the room - without even trying, so don't ever worry about lifting or 'dropping' a room, you do it without trying.

Hugs from you are the most real and loving feeling I've ever felt.

You're kind in ways that catch me off guard - not the performative kind, but the real kind that notices when I'm overwhelmed and suggests we clean up because you know I'll feel better after. Or we eat a good meal because you know best.

You take my pain seriously. You believe it, believe in me, even when I can't. You try to help - with podcast links, with suggestions, with just being there. And I know I don't always receive it the way I should, but I see it. I see you trying, and it floors me every time.

You're willing, have been willing, to roll your sleeves up and be in the mess with me. Not standing at a safe distance, not waiting for me to be "better" first - but actually in it, accepting me as I am. That's not a small thing. That's everything.

You're beautiful, generous, giving, caring, and loving. You show up. You keep showing up.

I wish I could be the fix to all the suffering you feel. I wish I could give you back even a fraction of what you give me. But I want you to know - on the hard days, on the days when it feels too much - you are enough. You are more than enough.

You deserve someone who can fully receive your love, your kindness, your care. And I'm trying. I'm fighting for that version of myself that can.

Whatever the future holds, thank you for believing in us.

All my love,
Chris