Appreciation

I am not the person that would easily admit defeat, even if it was staring me in the face. There was a time when I could feel myself slipping into old habits, when I could feel all that I had slipping away and I could see myself deteriorate as though I was looking at someone else. I still would not admit defeat. I would rather, and would even find it easier; to convince myself there was no problem.

Whatever had happened I was never planning to admit defeat, but it was only because of one person that I didn't have to. She stepped into the hell I had created for myself, walked through the fire and dragged me out of it. She did something that not even I could do. She saved me from myself.

Even now I don’t know how she did it, but she did. She was always there when I lost faith, and was always there to make sure that I got it back again.

I can’t name her; it would be too complicated because “she” isn’t just one person. Each time things have gone wrong, and each time I have slipped back into old habits, she has always been there. Each time is was a different person, each time someone new has stepped in and did something that I never could. I appreciate everything that each of these people have done, and will never forget it.