So my little brother tried to kill himself last night. He slit his wrists back in February, and I didn't say anything about it out there on the ol' World Wide Web because I wanted to sort of shelter him. But this time? Well, serves you right, ya jerk!
Last time I went into a numb shock; I couldn't sleep or eat for days. Everything sort of flew by me as I stood, slackjawed in slo-mo. The family rallied last time, in a very a-typical expression of togetherness. This time the family is splintered, with varying opinions, fingers pointing and responsibility shirked. The "What next?" question hangs out there so loudly nothing else is really audible. My little brother is a hot potato, bouncing out of each of our hands before his has a chance to once again burn us. He's easy to like but really hard to love.
I just cannot fathom what would make one think their life so unlivable that they want an early exit. What would make it seem so sour or the future so bleak that could make such an act of blatant selfishness appealing? And from my only brother! It is all tragedy. I just hope he can finally get the help he needs.
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