catsarecool
Remember me for me, I need to set my spirit free
- Jul 2, 2020
- 95
I know it's a bit weird to put this in the recovery section but right now I honestly can't even look at the other section. Feels too raw and personal.
I watched my brother die this week. I held his hand as I watched his body give up and die. There was no hope for recovery by the time he was found and when we got to the hospital all we could do was to be there for him until his heart gave out.
It is absolutely crushing. I thought I had known what pain feels like beforehand but this decimates who you are as a person. I feel like my whole being has been pushed through a meat grinder.
It especially hurts learning how similar we were after he is gone. It destroys me that I understand and relate to the pain he was in and I understand his decision. I would be lying if I said I wasn't angry. Sometimes I am extremely angry at him. But even more I'm mad at myself for never being able to change things. I would do anything to make him happy. It destroys me knowing that he will never feel the happiness he deserved and the love that we all feel for him right now. His last moments as far as I know seem to have been very impulsive and desperate. It kills me.
I miss him so much. I wish I could take this experience and become stronger from it but honestly I'm more suicidal than ever. The only thing right now that's keeping me somewhat sane is the fact that if I do it I'll be putting my family through this hell twice.
I watched my brother die this week. I held his hand as I watched his body give up and die. There was no hope for recovery by the time he was found and when we got to the hospital all we could do was to be there for him until his heart gave out.
It is absolutely crushing. I thought I had known what pain feels like beforehand but this decimates who you are as a person. I feel like my whole being has been pushed through a meat grinder.
It especially hurts learning how similar we were after he is gone. It destroys me that I understand and relate to the pain he was in and I understand his decision. I would be lying if I said I wasn't angry. Sometimes I am extremely angry at him. But even more I'm mad at myself for never being able to change things. I would do anything to make him happy. It destroys me knowing that he will never feel the happiness he deserved and the love that we all feel for him right now. His last moments as far as I know seem to have been very impulsive and desperate. It kills me.
I miss him so much. I wish I could take this experience and become stronger from it but honestly I'm more suicidal than ever. The only thing right now that's keeping me somewhat sane is the fact that if I do it I'll be putting my family through this hell twice.