Dig Deep. Despite your lack of sleep.
Despite the promises you strive to keep.
Find Hope. Along that length of rope.
Use every means you have to stay, to cope.
Walk Tall. When you feel only small.
When you hear their words, and the names they call.
Look On. All this will soon be gone.
And you will prove that they were wrong.
Dig Deep. Despite the tears you weep.
From this land, the strength you need does seep.
I had no idea how I was going to cope til the next day, never mind the next year. I had been giving everything to stay on track, to do the right things, to keep steering the course I knew we had to travel - no matter what they did or said. But I had nothing left.
I had people who love me, who supported me no matter what. My partner never gave up on me, on us. There were some 'friends' who believed the poison about me, there were even some who gleefully spread it. Whatever. Their loss.
For a while there, my sister rang me every day, and made me choose for the day. Get up, or Give up. (There was an unspoken option 3, but we didn't vocalise that one.)
There are always options, and there's always hope. Everything changes, given time. But family and friends were only able to help because I let them. Because I asked them for help, no matter how guilty, ashamed, and weak that made me feel. That passed, the support stayed.
And now? Relationships have come full circle, stronger than before. I'm here, with my family around me, and we've all moved on. Things change, when you dig deep.
It Gets Better.
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