AND THEN (after 6 hours of wallowing and a few hours of crying in my bed) I STOPPED.
this is a blip. a sign. an opportunity to take the negative and make it positive (or so i said to myself as i put my work clothes back on, washed the mascara runs off my face and dragged my feet back into work, hoping no one would notice that i took a 2.5 hour lunch break).
fall down seven times, get up eight.