My husband

Is the light in my life, the moon to my stars.

But he’s a dark moon, a moon filled with repression and depression. Mental illness piles in his mind like lava over a city.

Everyday he battles fierce and deadly demons, and sometimes they almost win.

They almost took him this time, self mutilation laying in a pool of blood.


But he was saved, and he’s here.

So are the demons.

Here’s to proper care and a new journey into the dark.

You can beat your demons, I know you can, and I hope you can.

Because I do not know how to live without you.

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