And not physically either. It was a verbal attack.
The words used against me were particularly vicious. None of them were (or are) true of me. It was a crash between anothers' opinions and beliefs and mine. I actually respect their beliefs. They, it became apparent, do not respect mine.
What matters now is not what happened, but rather, who I became in the time that followed. It was a crucial moment. I asked myself this crucial question:
a) stay, acquiesce to their demands and deny mine.
b) recover, stand firm and choose me.
I chose me.
Today, I woke early, dressed, saw the blue of the sky, picked up my camera and walked.
I walked a long time. I took 100 photos. I breathed. I reminded myself of all the good in me and finally, I hugged a horse, and I went home.