When love was my lifeline

Dear one,

There was a time when I was just a little girl fighting to stay alive.
Hospitals, needles, silence.
The world had shrunk to the rhythm of a fragile breath.

And yet, love was there.
My mother’s love.
Her hands cool on my forehead, her whisper steady as prayer.
Her presence dissolved fear. Even the machines seemed to soften when she spoke.

She didn’t heal me through medicine or miracles,
but through something far greater:
Unconditional love.

That love entered my bloodstream like light,
reminding every cell that life was worth holding onto.

Now, decades later, when I close my eyes and return to that room,
I can still feel her beside me —
the quiet power of a mother’s faith
and the way love itself refused to let me go.

Love is not something we are given — it’s what keeps us alive.

Her love was my medicine.
My lifeline.
My beginning.

With Love and Gratitude,
Alexandra 🤍