Losing my best and only brother to suicide
Hi, I’m Stefan, and I’ve been trying to write this post for over 3 months now. But today is Mental Health Day and if I don’t post it today, I don’t know if I will ever do.So, Happy Mental Health Day — from an ex-older brother to a wonderful young man.I’ve tried several times to write his story and quit after writing the title. It is the only thing that I wrote the day it happened and I haven’t changed it to this day. It hasn’t been easy and each time new feelings pop up out of nowhere. So, expect a chaotic read.We are a family of five, three siblings, me being the oldest at 30, with a 7-year difference between each of us. My brother and I couldn’t be more different. I was a rebellious child, always having issues with my parents, playing video games all night, and missing the bus for school. My brother was the one who would do things right — always studying for his exams and acing school. I was always the one arguing and he was the understanding one who always put others’ priorities ahead of his. I’ve always admired him for his discipline and work ethic. Also, he was taller than me, so I was just a little bit jealous about that as well.
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