Being in a relationship/ in love with someone who has mental health issues, and encouraging them to recover and then they emotionally and verbally abuse you anytime they get frustrated or angry… has been a journey. It’s even sadder when all you’ve ever wanted for them is to recover and to start practicing self love. This year I learnt the concept of loving someone so much that you want them to be happy even if that doesn’t include you, you want them to recover even if that means you taking a step back and this doesn’t remove the love you still posses for them. I also learnt that there’s a thin line between love and hate and it’s called misunderstanding. I’ve learnt the importance of communication and patience. I’ve learnt to accept an apology I may never receive and to not allow that to have an impact on the love that still remains. I’ve learnt to follow my heart and ignore the inexperienced advice from people around me. I’ve also learnt that I wasn’t prepared for such an encounter and it revealed the negative sides to me that I wasn’t aware of and has highlighted the personal issues that I am beginning to resolve. I’ve learnt that seeking therapy and talking to someone isn’t something you should scared of. And I’ve learnt what it’s like to be a helping hand even though it probably will never be appreciated or needed. I’ve learnt the lengths love will take you when you see the light in someone and just want them to be free. I’ve learnt to never give up on people - even if they have given up on me or even worst, themselves. Ive learnt the true meaning of “I’m here if you need me” and I’ll always stick to that. I hope you’re reading and I’m sorry I didn’t understand you all these months. I hope you see the importance of true self love and start your recovery.