I’ve been depressed and fantasizing about killing myself since childhood. My older brother was also depressed, though we didn’t realize just how much. He took his life roughly four months, nineteen days ago now. I miss my brother, but the rest of my immediate family has definitely taken it worse than I have. I don’t think I was as sad as a true brother ought to be at the time he died, and I feel like a disgusting person because of this. I still hope that my brother is at peace, although I’m not religious or spiritual.
My mom is very depressed now too, crying most […]