The day he left, I was on the floor, sobbing like I never have in my life and after a while, something inside of me clicked and I found myself telling myself to stand up, just stand up - so I did. Looking back, I know in that moment that I decided to survive. I kept on crying and did for months and months, but the standing up, picking myself up - alone - getting up off of the floor, showed me that I had made the decision to fight to get my happiness back...and I have.
