A week after suicide prevention day last month, our family lost a lifelong mental health battle as my younger brother died by suicide.
He went through deep childhood traumas growing up in the shadows of our mother's schizophrenia and suffered clinical depression for almost two decades; which made each day of his adult life an overwhelming ordeal.
Yet he endured with silence, and went through a series of educational and professional accomplishments to find his rightful place in this world, as any man is told he should.
This was his painful truth, forever hidden behind the warm compassionate smile he wore, to protect himself and those he loved from the judgments of the outside world.
He believed as many boys do, that he must man up and face his challenges without the crutches of any mental health aid and family sympathy. He felt he could overcome everything, if he could somehow regain his sense of self and the time lost to his trauma and fate…
I believe my brother didn't want to die, he just didn't know how to continue living his life anymore…
I share this on World Mental Health Day, for you to share with whoever needs to hear it...and as you share, I pray that this one life lost can find its meaning in someone else’s journey of recovery.
As I surrender, I remember; that somewhere deep inside each of us is a precious lovable being, born free and trusting of all that life brings. Fragile - handle with care. All it needs from us is some love, acceptance and the right support at the right time...