I wish you were here…

Seven months ago I lost my brother. A year ago I almost lost myself. We were exactly five months apart. The day after my attempt, he sent me a text message that basically said it’s okay to make mistakes and that I just need to learn from it. He didn’t ask me very much about it but was so supportive at the same time. He listened but never made me talk. He was so understanding. He was everything I wanted to be.

He paved a path I thought I’d be able to follow forever. When his mental health was declining, I took it upon myself to continue that path for him. I wanted him to know that he could follow me too. I wanted to improve my own mental health and set a good example for him like he had always done for me. But I was, and still am, just fifteen. I was still recovering from my own attempt and I couldn’t get better fast enough.

*details of suicide, please don’t read if it’ll trigger you*

My brother jumped off of an overpass and was hit by a moving train at around 10pm on July 27th, 2020. It was 12am when we got the knock at our door. We had to drive 45 minutes to get to the hospital they airlifted him to. We were told he was in the ICU and that we could go see him. Before we could though, the doctors listed off his injuries from head to toe. They let us know he had a pulse but it wasn’t strong enough. My dad and I went to see him first. I had to see my idol laying in a hospital bed barely breathing. I held his hand and it was so cold. They had a heated blanket on him but it was still so damn cold. He always had beautiful eyes and eyelashes. I stared at his face and tried to remember it and burn it into my brain. I held his hand and tried to remember the way it felt in mine. When they unplugged the machine, I had to watch his chest stop moving. My parents were crying so loud. My mom was devastated. I tired to force myself to be strong for her but I just couldn’t.

I just wanted to scream and scream until I couldn’t anymore. I do that now. There are days where all I can do is scream. When my mom goes to work and I’m in my room alone, my pain pours out of my throat. It hurts but I can’t bring myself to stop. I just wish he was here.

4 thoughts on “I wish you were here…

  1. So sorry!! I miss my brother so very much. I believe they know how much we miss them and love them. Much ❤❤to you!!

  2. I’m really sorry to hear this; I also lost my older sister when I was 15 and everything felt painful but every detail of being in the hospital was burned into my brain. It felt normal to discuss things like that without feeling anything because my parents were hurting too much at the time to break down as well. I’m 18 now and it’s still locked away in me but I hope that for you, things get better and you stop feeling the immense pain everyday. I really wish the best for you, you’re doing the best you can each day, sending love.

    1. I’m seventeen now and I have healed so much since this post. Today I was feeling particularly sad and I wanted to go back and find my first post, that was when I stumbled across your reply. Thank you for taking the time to read and respond to my message. Whether you see this or not, I’d like to express my gratitude Amy. I hope that you are in an even better place now too and I appreciate your kind words endlessly 🙂 ❤️

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