It’s October 3rd again and mine and my family’s hearts are breaking again. On this day, my precious, beloved and very loving brother was born in 1964. He would have been 54 years old if bipolar disorder hadn’t stolen him from us when he was only 26 years old.
I can’t describe how sweet he was, how funny, how loving, how beloved. I can’t tell you how much I wish somehow, anyhow, he could have been saved.
Here’s a hotline anyone can use if they are feeling suicidal. Please get help.
— Read on suicidepreventionlifeline.org/