There’s a quiet kind of magic in the way they hold me. When they take the lead, I feel a safety I can’t describe anywhere else. The world is loud and chaotic, full of stress, worries, and fears that swirl around my mind constantly, but when they dominate, when they guide me, it is as if all that noise disappears.
Their control doesn’t feel confining. It feels protective. Every instruction, every touch, every boundary they set reminds me that I am cared for, that I am held in a space where nothing bad can reach me. My anxiety, my fears, the constant stress that weighs me down, they melt away under their presence. I can breathe again. I can exist fully and freely, because I trust them completely to keep me safe.
I don’t think I can fully put into words how grateful I am for them. Every single day, they are my anchor. They calm the storm inside me just by being who they are, by taking the lead, by loving me in a way that makes me feel cherished, protected, and seen. I love them for this, more than I think I could ever express.
It is in those moments of surrender, when I let go and follow them, that I feel the deepest peace. I feel known, I feel valued, I feel loved. And I carry that gratitude with me always, because it is sacred. It transforms my daily life and fills it with trust, safety, and devotion.
Every day, I thank them, not just for their guidance, but for their presence, for the way they hold me steady, and for loving me so completely. They are my calm, my comfort, my anchors, and I am endlessly, grateful.