I was cleaning the kitchen, thinking about some personal issues, and my lip started quivering. I quickly shut off the water, walked to the hallway, and sat down next to my bedroom door staring into the bathroom. I started crying because of my secret relationship, then I thought about the time we were forced to break up and cried harder. I started thinking about my best friend and how much I miss her, and cried harder...but then stopped. I started thinking about a picture I saw of my half brother who I haven't seen in 5 years, and about how he ended up in rehab because of a drug problem, and started crying again. I thought about my cousins who