Let me just start with that I am an emotionally unstable person. I cry almost everyday and for stupid things too most of the time I just see or hear something remotely sad even if it doesn't involve me I feel sad. But it's a completely different story when you are home alone walking around your house like a crazy person holding scissors because you hear voices in your head. My uncle drowned two years ago. I remember the day my parents told me like it was yesterday. I was sitting in crackle barrel like me and family do every Sunday after church. My dads phone starts rings he answers it right there at the table then he motions to my mother, they both get up and leave the table. Next thing I know my dad is kneeling down in front of brother and I trying to hold in the tears when he tells uncle jimmy has been in an accident. I don't flinch I don't even look up at him I just sit there staring at the creases on the floor. I didn't even cry not until his funeral it was only yesterday that I felt the pain, sadness, sorrow, lose, regret everything I should've felt when it happened except I feel it more than ever yesterday. Two years too late… I only have one thing to say… sorry
