What can I say except Β "Thank you." You pulled me from my corner of depressing, self-hatred; from my bubbleΒ of tears and lies. I cannot express my gratitude. You held me when all I wanted was to cry out my eyes. You told me it was going to be okay. You told me you wouldn't stopped fighting me for my own health. You didn't shy away from the ugly truth that I am. You embraced the sad, small creature that I am.