My Letter to You (All)

When was the last time you thanked someone for sharing your burdens?We hear the phrase frequently, “Share your burdens.” Not only in religious context, but as advice from a kind stranger, or the kind of thing your grandma would advise. It’s something most of us do, whether it be listening to your spouse’s rant about how much their coworker sucks, or showing up at your friend’s place with her favorite ice cream in the midst of her breakup.

I am so thankful for every person in my life, yet I struggle to remember the last time I told one of them. We give love so freely in romantic relationships. Couples hold hands walking down the street, kiss their wives goodbye before leaving for work. Hearing an “I love you” every day from your husband boyfriend girlfriend wife fiance, is expected. Yet I have a difficult time telling friends I’ve had for over a decade that I love them, that I am so appreciative for everything they have seen me through. I wait so long to express any type of gratitiude that those unspoken words swell in my throat bigger than any circus elephant.

What can I say to you? You, the ones who have built me up when I felt beyond repair. Listened, laughed, loved. This letter is to you, all of you who have shared my burdens and made sure I’m here and I’m living and happy. Thank you is not enough, but it’ll have to do for now. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Your words and your thoughtfulness and shoulders to cry on have made me feel whole.