Sometimes you just have to stop whatever you’re doing, put it all down, get away from people, and lay on the floor.
Sometimes you just have to switch off from the world because it is all too painful, nobody gets it, nothing they say even touches the sides of what you are going through.
Sometimes you just have to lie on that floor with nothing around you; just lie and lie there and wait. Wait for the urges to pass, wait for the urges to wash over you, wait for the impossible to become possible again.
Sometimes you just have to stay lying on the floor for minutes or hours at a time doing nothing because you know that if you move, if you get up, you will Do Something You Will Regret.
Sometimes you just have to lie there and wait until it is safe enough to stop lying still; safe enough to be a part of the world again.