Letter to my hero

Heroes have the ability to ward off evil, fight monsters, and save lives. Heroes are people, those who have gone through a great amount of trials themselves, and have gained their own strengths through those struggles. These are what I like to call super powers. The ability to take those moments that cut deep, to overcome them, and to turn them into power, to help rescue those who are covered in a pile of debris.

These people are rare. They look at you and see beyond all of the horrible things you see on the surface. They help you learn to breathe again, they help you find your voice again. They can bare  witness to horrible things and feel the same pain you feel inside. They see a person beneath the mask. No matter how hard you try to keep the mask glued, they see through the mask. Rules don’t exist for these heroes; they take a terrorized hand, desperate to cling to and help pull them through the fire. This fire burns, but these heroes shield you, enough to help you through with out too many wounds from walking through.

With the risk of sounding cliche; I can say that I am currently walking through a fire, but I am walking with my hero. There is no amount of words to compensate for the given and dedicated time, endless meltdowns, and text spam.

When someone believes in you, more than you can possibly believe in yourself, or this person sees a person in you, no judgement, or this person sees something in you that you can’t see. loves you when you cannot love yourself…. this is when a life is saved.

Having someone, by the chance of a simple appointment, walk into your life when you least expected it, completely changes everything, forever. For one, I can deep down inside know that i wouldn’t be writing this email, here today. My heart would have stopped, or my hand would have taken my own life, perhaps I would have turned to worse behaviors. I never would have come to start understanding why I did these things to myself, I may have carried around for the rest of my life something that I blame myself for without a chance to learn it for what it is. This is when a life is saved.

When I am alone in the world, trying to make it by as an adult day by day, I can rest assured that I know someone’s life would be shaken if my existence was to suddenly be erased. Now, I sometimes think about the impact of me giving up, giving in would have on someone else because frequently, I hadn’t felt like it would be noticed. But this was when a life is saved.

My hero is someone that has more patience, more compassion than I have ever known in my life. Gratitude is not a word that doesn’t weigh out. Like a child, my hero protects me, but also guides the growth into who I, hopefully, will one day be.

It is as if this person found the “me” I have lost years ago, found her wandering afraid down the road, pulling her out of the rain, hurt and cold, and is slowly, but progressively, reintroducing her to me, today, to help me get to life on the other side.

Heroes are trustworthy, compassionate, strong, and save lives. My hero didn’t just save my life, she is saving my life.