I have so many people that are here for me, but I can’t talk to any of them because I feel like I’m drowning them in my pain and sorrow.
It has been 1 month as of today that I lost my brother to suicide. I has just gotten home from a boys trip and my sister asked me if I had heard from my brother - I had not. After a couple calls we heard he TRIED to kill himself. I felt scared and worried as I was not aware his attempt was successful. I sped to his house, ran inside and saw 3 police officers standing around his cold body with a ladder and rope next to him that he had used.
I have not been able to talk to anyone so I turned here to try and remove the build up in my head before it starts to devour me.
I understand it is still early in my grief and pain, and there isn’t much that can be done.
The hurt and pain I am feeling has been eating away at me making me worse. Im currently feeling immense sense of passive suicide. I’m not suicidal but I don’t want to be alive rn. I’m having trouble finding reason to want to be alive. Passive suicide - thoughts of death or suicide without a specific intent to act on these thoughts. I am scared this will become non-passive and I will begin to want to act on these thoughts. I’m not scared of dying, but I know my brother would not want this. He always told me how he was so proud of me and how he loves me.
Even so, I am struggling to cope and handle the pain. The last time I spoke to him was a week before he had passed. We had a very good relarionship and I was returning something to his house when I saw him angry and crying which wasnt something i often saw from him. I sat and spoke to him and did what i could to help. After i left i sent him a big message about how much i love him and how amazing he is as a person to everyone he knows. I did not fail to tey and make him understand this. I feel that had i stayed around, and kept constant communication with him theoughout the week this would not hsve happened.
My heart, body, mind feels empty and shattered. Everything reminds me of him and it is so hard to carry on with my every day life. I feel guilty: breathing, walking, eating, being happy, laughing, everything, because why should i be able to do those things when he cant.
It is my first loss, I am 19, he was 25, we were so close so the pain destroys me and absolutley rips out my insides. I am losing the will to live, i want to see my brother, i want to be with my big brother.
The world isnt fair, i need my brother back, i need him to hug me, laugh with me, call me dogdick. I need my big brother back in my life, i am not strong the way he thought i was. I dont have it in me to cope him not being here…