Depression: Suicide
Everything always seems so much easier when you’re young. There’s this almost silent simplicity about your childhood. And then, you’re forced to grow up. I think when I was younger I surrounded myself in lies, fooling myself into the belief that I was already grown; that I was mature enough to handle anything. Growing up is like whiplash. My brother was diagnosed with MDD (Major Depressive Disorder) and Bipolar Disorder in 2010. It came as a shock, naturally. Knowing that my big brother- my role model, my inspiration- would turn to self-destruction as a way of control. His scars were beautiful, in that tragically beautiful way. Every time I see him, I’m reminded of his inability to breathe. But I made a promise to him some time ago, that I’d never give up on him. I promised – no matter what happened or how thick the air became, I’d help him keep breathing.
