F*ck, My Brother Had M.D

Almost two decades after losing my brother through a horrendous disease, I've finally been able to process it. Here, I talk about memories of Marc, the initial struggles I faced both personally and what I saw my family go through, and how I've finally been able to open up about it.

There are many things I took for granted during my short time with my only brother, moments that still hurt me now and I wish I could change.

In the years since, I have at times, uses it as a crutch, an excuse for not reaching my potential. I'm certainly not over losing somebody so close to me, but I've reached a point of comfortability, a stage where I can talk about him. The same can't be said about other family members.

This book has helped me massively, which has been my own selfish priority. But perhaps it can help you.