Taking a stand

There's a lot I've had to write about, and now none of it made it into text. I'm sitting at Meg's radio show, letting my mind run wild and I shouldn't. The one thing that leads to my own hurt is myself. My mind can run and race and I let it from time to time. But it's simple. I distract myself and I can make myself not pay attention. I haven't done this for a while because I haven't really needed to but now things are just necessary. I'm beginning to go numb at times and one of the greatest things is that I can sleep through the night, for the first in a very long time. That's something I wasn't expecting but I'm so thankful for. I'm also surrounded by caring, loving, understanding friends that I couldn't have asked for better treatment from. My heart still beats no matter the fact it's broken, I still breathe knowing that I breathe in broken shards, and my feet still walk no matter the fact that they've gone through enough in their lifetime.

I stand when it's not easy, talk when it hurts, and hold up others when I can barely hold myself up.