Throughout my life I’ve always been the one who always bottle up their feelings and emotion. Had a shelf with glass bottles filled with fear,anger,sadness, anxiety etc. It was as if every feeling I had I didn’t know how to speak on it. I would try to talk about it but a rage of anger would just explode because I just didn’t know how to talk my feelings out. My main goal was to keep the peace so I would just bite my tongue knowing my true feelings is eating me up on the inside. All that changed the day my uncle past away.
The day my uncle past I couldn’t stop crying, I was so confused, I didn’t understand what I was feeling. I just sat in my room with so much weight pressing on my heart. I grabbed a piece of paper and just started writing everything
The day my uncle past I couldn’t stop crying, I was so confused, I didn’t understand what I was feeling. I just sat in my room with so much weight pressing on my heart. I grabbed a piece of paper and just started writing everything