It was 2008, it was school break.
I walked into my big brother's room early in morning to get my book.
I noticed a white paper one top of his bed, I flipped it around and it was his sucidal note, I couldn't breathe, my mind went into shock mode. I was trying to digest what was written, it started with "Sorry Hoyo and abo and my dear siblings" and it went on, he spoke about all our strengths he saw in us, and told us to keep going, he spoke about his early memories that he loved, my eyes started pouring out.
Since that day I have suffered from PSTD and depression and anxiety.
Anyone have a similar story?
I walked into my big brother's room early in morning to get my book.
I noticed a white paper one top of his bed, I flipped it around and it was his sucidal note, I couldn't breathe, my mind went into shock mode. I was trying to digest what was written, it started with "Sorry Hoyo and abo and my dear siblings" and it went on, he spoke about all our strengths he saw in us, and told us to keep going, he spoke about his early memories that he loved, my eyes started pouring out.
Since that day I have suffered from PSTD and depression and anxiety.
Anyone have a similar story?