Got a phone call from my brother at 11. "I'm going to jail...", a great way to wake up. Backstory: my bro is an intelligent, emotional dude. He's also an addict. An alcoholic. And clinically depressed. These are things I'm used to seeing, we grew up with it. Mom & Dad, ya know.
But things are different this time. He's bought a book about assisted suicide. He's thrown a timeframe for "when he is done" - 3 weeks. All that's stopping him (in my mind), is his dog. He hasn't found a home for his dog.
Last week, I was able to convince him to go with the police to the hospital for suicide watch and the hospital got him signed up for state health insurance (Great hospital, btw). Progress! Yay!
Then last night...
He called me. Out of the blue. To apologize for perceived insults. I know what this is, I've seen it before. It's a goodbye.
Since I've been up, I've called the National Suicide Prevention line, who put me in touch with state, who put me in touch with city. Now, to wait for the court to open.
My intent, although part feels like it's a betrayal, is to have him forcefully committed into a rehab program.
I need this boy to pull his head out. He's in his late 20's. He has a son. His kid needs him.
God I hope this works
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