Who am I?

"If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything."

And fall I did...  I fell hard and fast, not for a lack of wanting to take a stand.  Instead, I watched myself crumble into a crying heap on the couch, knowing that I just had to take it, whether I deserved it or not.  

Why is it that doing the right thing sometimes means you have to swallow all of your dignity?  I feel like I don't have a shred left, but deep down I know that what I did needed to be done for the overall greater good.  I usually don't have a problem with doing the right thing, but for some reason, my most recent choice leaves a bad taste in my mouth.  I feel sick. 

I have humbled myself in a way that I didn't know I was capable of, and didn't stand up for myself.  Everything I believed flew out the window and I allowed myself to be railroaded.  I'm not sure who I really am anymore...  Is it really possible that I could have made such a decision?  Me -- the girl who ALWAYS speaks her mind?  I've disappointed myself and yet, somewhere, somehow, I should be happy.  Should.  I guess I won't know until I feel it.