It’s been a pretty rough few months, as I’ve written about previously. More than once, even. The good news is that it feels like CBG and I have finally turned a corner. We’ve both been making a lot of effort — with ourselves, with each other, and with our marriage, and it is obviously paying off.
I can say without hesitation that the biggest improvement has come with CBG’s treatment of his depression, specifically the medication. I’ll be honest — I was never that successful with anti-depressants myself in the past, and I didn’t hold out much hope for how they would help him.
Boy, was I wrong.
It’s like a switch has been flipped in his brain (and I guess in some ways, it has been), and I’ve gotten back the CBG that he used to be. The guy who has a zest for life. The guy who laughs easily. The guy who lets me know every single day how much he loves me. The guy who is willing to get out there and do what he needs to do to grow and become a better person. The guy who is humbly able to look at where he’s falling a little bit short and do whatever it takes to get where he needs to be. The guy who wants to do better, and be a better version of himself — always. The guy who isn’t scared of a little hard work. The guy who brings out the best in me.
He was in there all along…it was just that things got clouded for a while. And I know that we still have a long way to go in terms of his treatment and recovery and when it comes to our marriage, but lately I am feeling something that I haven’t felt much of in the past several months: hope.
CBG was gone for a while, but he’s back. And I couldn’t be happier to see him.