Once upon a time, I would have let a blow like the one I got last night keep me down for days, weeks, even months. Spiraling down, down, down into blackness.
Once upon a time, I would have retreated completely inside myself, and berated myself forever, listing all the horrible things about myself–repeating them over and over and over–until I really believed I was the worthless “bitch” I called myself.
But today, some of my fighting spirit came back. Is still coming back.
And on top of that, I’m well loved. It’s hard to hide from everyone when people keep pulling you back out. When people care.
Can’t beat that with a stick.
(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)