I've been suicidal, I've written the letter.

Stared at the pills praying to get better, but I didn't.

Lie after lie, hurt after hurt. This pain that I feel caused by someone I loved.

Truly alone in this moment.

Secrets spilled, eyes cried, a family torn, my brother dies.

And finally, finally I can breath.

But this is just the beginning on my road to normalcy, this is just the beginning of my recovery.