This is the point where I need to take deep breaths.
People make mistakes.
People have made mistakes to hurt me, and I have forgiven them.
I have made mistakes to hurt people, and they have forgiven me.
Perhaps not all, in either situation, but enough to maintain some glimmer of faith.
Life will continue. This is not the sum of my whole life.
I have been through worse than this.
I have hurt people worse than this, and all I can do is express remorse and ask for forgiveness.
Those who were meant to stick by me will forgive.
Those who weren't, won't.
I need to look at these as signs for the better.
Where have I drawn strength from before? I need to find those things again.