“My great grandfather just passed away, and my great grandmother is about to. I usually am fine with keeping myself together, my troubles and problems to myself. But sometimes, I just need to shout, or yell, or scream, or cry, all that. My life is crashing down on me. No one has an open shoulder for me to cry on. No one has the time for me to talk to them. Sometimes, I just need to spill. I wish I could pause my life from crashing and build it back up. What does my father do? Get mad at me and yell at me. What does my mother do? Get mad at me and yell at me. Sister? Same. I wish I could just get a break from myself, my life, my troubles. I wish I could just find some motivation. I cry myself to sleep, I cry myself awake. But everything happens for a reason, right?”