It is 1:35am and I woke up crying. I didn’t understand why. My mom is sleeping next to me, so I couldn’t even cry out in the pain or agony that I felt in my heart. I wanted to get up and write in my journal, but I did not want to wake my mom up. I didn’t want to pick up my phone because I felt like I would never fall asleep if I did. I had so many thoughts running through my mind and all I could think about is, “This is it. This is the moment you write about. If you don’t write it now while it is still raw in your soul, you will forget. It’s now or never.” That is how this became my first blog post.