My brother died last January, he was a good man but suffered interpersonally his entire life. He always was seen as an outcast in society who never fit in to society standards. He self medicated using fentanyl and because of those circumstances he spent many years hating himself. Last year while on drugs my brother had gotten caught up in a chase with police while fleeing he made the choice to end his life by suicide by cop and was shot to death. I love my brother and only saw the person he really was I wish he had seen himself through my eyes perhaps he would still be here. I wrote this in his frame of mind