A lot of you can probably say that your lives suck, and I'm not going to tell you that they don't, because to some people, small problems can mean a lot.
To my brother Miles, every single problem means a lot.
Miles has severe depression. He also gets really bad anxiety attacks during the night sometimes. It's scary. Some days you can't even tell that something's wrong, but some days, all he does is sleep and cry and there's nothing anyone can do to make him feel better.
It sucks you know, watching your older brother go through life barely living. I always think that one day, we will wake up and everything will be okay. Nothing would have happened, nothing would have made him want to stop being alive anymore.
Sometimes, he comes to me at night and lays in my bed with me because he's too scared on his own, and we have a heart to heart. Even though I know he's hurting really bad, those are my favourite times with him because I feel safe and I feel like nothing bad will ever happen when we're together. Even though it did.
