be recognized

I want to be recognized. I want to feel the warmth of friends around me like I did before I was married. I want my husband to recognize me as a good person and a good wife. I want my husband to recognize the pain he’s caused in my life. I want to be recognized for what I had given up to save his life when he needed it. I want to be recognized as someone who gave the world to a man, isolated myself, and gave up my wellbeing for his own. I was taught that this is what you do in life. You give everything you have to help and support others. If you have it…you give it, and so I did. Here I am empty with nothing left to give but advice and knowledge of where I have been, and how I got to this desperate place. Don’t get me wrong. I’ll survive, and I’ll continue on, and I’ll always have hope, but for today I’m tired, not just sleepy…truly tired.