Aaron’s parents arrive tomorrow and take over our bedroom, so it was time to tidy.
Sorting through the pile of papers on my vanity I came to this. This is from February when my brother attempted, but did not succeed, to kill himself. My parents called me, beside themselves, because they had no info and didn’t know how to get any. There is so little you can do from a distance, but I called the hospital and got what little info I could and gave my parents the phone numbers they needed to find out more.
At the time I was so relieved. After all, he hadn’t succeeded and was getting help. I was sure, I mean SURE, the danger was over.
It is so weird remembering that feeling now. How wrong I was.
I threw the paper away, but it felt wrong to do it because it is a link to that month that I thought was terrible, but didn’t know how much more terrible the next month would be.