Optimus Princeps
Woodpecker
So I don’t post here too often, but I read through threads a lot and just wanted to vent.
My younger brother (21) has suffered with depression his whole life, has been to rehab for xanax twice and is prescribed a bunch of anti-depressants. Since August I’ve been living with him as well as one other roommate (my friend).
He was supposed to take classes online and try to get a job but never got around to it. I had tried to help him so many times, giving him mindset books, sitting him down and trying to get him to start setting goals, getting him to flush some of his prescription meds down the toilet.
He’d never had any friends, never had a girlfriend, and my parents were never there for him.
I come home earlier today with my girlfriend and realize his door had been locked all day. Knowing all the medications he takes I banged on it and yelled. I heard him faintly say “I’m okay”. This was a sign from God to know he’s in a better place.
I kicked his door down and he was facedown on his bed, his legs and neck were completely purple. I touched him and he was ice cold, I turned him over to administer cpr and there was blood all over his face. I can’t get the feeling of his cold body or that image out of my head...
We think it was an accidental overdose. No note and had talked to my Dad about future plans earlier that day, and even when to an interview the day before.
Just last year I had to deal with a false accusation from an ex was arrested and had to pay crazy lawyer and court fees before charges were dropped and now this.
I guess I’m kind of in shock and I’ll never get that image out of my head. All I can do is learn and grow from this experience and it’s something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy...
My younger brother (21) has suffered with depression his whole life, has been to rehab for xanax twice and is prescribed a bunch of anti-depressants. Since August I’ve been living with him as well as one other roommate (my friend).
He was supposed to take classes online and try to get a job but never got around to it. I had tried to help him so many times, giving him mindset books, sitting him down and trying to get him to start setting goals, getting him to flush some of his prescription meds down the toilet.
He’d never had any friends, never had a girlfriend, and my parents were never there for him.
I come home earlier today with my girlfriend and realize his door had been locked all day. Knowing all the medications he takes I banged on it and yelled. I heard him faintly say “I’m okay”. This was a sign from God to know he’s in a better place.
I kicked his door down and he was facedown on his bed, his legs and neck were completely purple. I touched him and he was ice cold, I turned him over to administer cpr and there was blood all over his face. I can’t get the feeling of his cold body or that image out of my head...
We think it was an accidental overdose. No note and had talked to my Dad about future plans earlier that day, and even when to an interview the day before.
Just last year I had to deal with a false accusation from an ex was arrested and had to pay crazy lawyer and court fees before charges were dropped and now this.
I guess I’m kind of in shock and I’ll never get that image out of my head. All I can do is learn and grow from this experience and it’s something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy...