Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Sonnet 116, Shakespeare
Love is unconditional says Shakespeare, in words and phrases more beautiful than I could ever manage. Shakespeare’s sonnets are the one thing that make me want to study literature or, more precisely, poetry. So intricate. So clever. The rhythms within rhythms send shivers down my spine. Still, I’ll stick with statistics and probability for now. They are fascinating as well as useful.
My husband shows me this same unconditional love, every day. I’m struggling with unwanted memories. Feels a bit like Pandora has opened her box and everything is flying out. Sometimes the memories are not traumatic, but they are painful and I had managed to block them out for years. Still, all things considered, I’m doing ok. Plus, I am so very thankful to be receiving this treatment! I think of all the people around the world who will never receive any treatment at all for their PTSD and, like the shell-shocked soldiers after WWI, it will haunt them for the rest of their lives.
I pray my experiences not be wasted. May it all be for God’s glory.
Right now, I want to thank and acknowledge my very patient, very kind Frank, who has shown me, in the years that we have been married, what it means to truly love and in doing so has shown me more of how God loves. ❤