So I just woke up into a stress dream induced anxiety attack with no memory of the dream, just shaking and sobbing. I call my lovely wife in desperation to have her calm me down and ground me. She, being the literal goddess that she is, leaves her computer in the truckers lounge - unprotected mind you - so that she can talk me down and help me. I’m too far gone to have a real conversation so I just ask her to talk and I close my eyes and listen. Eventually the shaking lessons and I can control my breath again and when I express my fears of going back to sleep in case it happens again she gives me some calming tasks to do right before bed and promises that if it does happen again she’ll be right there on the other side of the phone to help me. I fucking love her so much, like I cannot believe how lucky I am that she is in my life. She is the kindest, most thoughtful, loving, selfless, gorgeous being I have ever had the honor to meet and she chose me to be her wife.
Please don’t get me wrong, I don’t idolize her or put her on a pedestal, I realize that she’s human and has her faults, it’s just that I’m so grateful that she is who she is and how she is. She may not be perfect, but she’s perfect for me and I’m so happy to have her in my life.