The BelovedDear iodine,
I love you. I'm sorry that I left you and stopped swallowing you down in large doses every morning with a chaser of selenium. I can't imagine what possessed me to reject you for these past few months. The truth is, I thought that my dessicated thyroid was more important to me. I thought that if I kept my relationship with it close, no other loves were necessary for me. I thought I could get along without you, just fine. I was wrong. I didn't think about you for several months. I languished. I slept too much, yet woke up tired. I dreamed of podcasts and blog posts and fresh picked tomatoes, and yet I did not record or write or water. My life was just a pale watercolor copy of what it had been. You are not a watercolor painter, iodine. You paint in vivid, raised swaths of thick oil paint. I forgot the joy and energy that you brush across my life. When I was low and wondering why my dessicated thyroid wasn't making me what I should be, I remembered. No one relationship, however great, can satisfy every value. I remembered you and all the fun we used to have. I thought that maybe you would take me back, restore me to my best. And you did. You are not vengeful. You are forgiving and didn't hold my lapse in love against me. I want you to know that I will never leave you again. You are as necessary to me as dessicated thyroid ever was. Darling, iodine, you have made me whole once more. I leap out of bed to take you first thing in the morning. I can't wait to pursue all my values, thanks to you. I love you, iodine, I love you.
Yours forever until I die,
Kelly
