it’s crazy of me to think that i can somehow make my man happy. he struggles with depression, and sometimes his days can be very dark. his body will ache, his head will hurt, and he just can’t make it out of the house.
i’ve learned to give him his space to deal with life, but that i don’t have to sit around and try and make things better for him. i can go about my day, enjoying the things i love in life, and create the happiness that will brighten my light.
when i let go of trying to fix him, let go of trying to fill his hole with love, let go of trying to change him, i see that leaving him alone allows him to find his own happiness, instead of feeding the false belief that my being there for him will make him happy.
he has to love himself, and look within to find his own happiness. it’s not up to me to create his happiness. we are each responsible for creating our own happiness and discovering that sense of peace and well being from within.