I‘m tearing up as I write this. I can’t bear to know that you are suffering so much, and there’s nothing I can possibly do to help you. My heart is breaking.  I wish that our society knew more about mental illness, and how life-shattering and devastating they can truly be. I wish that our world cared more so that people like me and you wouldn’t have to suffer so much.

I wish that I could hold your hand and have you know there I am here for you. God sent me an angel when he gave me you, my best friend. You mean the world to me, and without you, my world would be completely empty.

I know that you are hurting so much inside, so much so that I can’t even imagine.  I know that you are hearing lies from your eating disorder. But you are so, so, so much stronger than you think. You have everything you need to overcome this. I believe in you.

Just when I thought everything was ok again, I heard you were back in treatment. It was the worst news to wake up to.  Not having you here by side is miserable.

It’s not every day that you find someone you connect to on such a deep level in every single way. I hope you get to read this letter soon. I hope that we get to continue to laugh and cry together every day.

Please come home soon.