I enjoy writing my blog. I love bringing you helpful information as well as new research I have discovered. I was asked to write a few personal posts about what I was like before fibromyalgia. This would be the time that was before my marrying Jeff as well. I have broached some difficult subjects as of late, and I am very pleased that I have reached some individuals who have contacted me for help. I have also heard from a few people that have felt like these posts have helped them. This means I am doing the right thing. I don’t want Friday posts to be for shock value.
However. These memories that I write about in my Friday posts, Before I Tripped Over a Stone, have opened up some old wounds. As I put them back in the box I pulled them out of, I close the lid and instruct my self to move on.
My husband has watched me during this process. He is aware of the memories I struggle with but says he knows I can hold my own. And I can and do. A few of these posts have been extremely difficult for him to read… I understand this.
He asked me to listen to this song, “Holy Water” by Big and Rich. I did and found it to be beautiful. He then said, “this was written for you too…”
When Jeff married me. He ‘took me away, took me farther… and held me like holy water.’
My husband, the love of my life.