Loved Beyond Words...Missed Beyond Measure
10 years later. I still remember everything that happened. I remember those words. I remember the hurt, the shock, the pain, the anger. I remember the questions...the whys, the what-could-I-have-done, 10 years ago we lost a wonderful, successful, charismatic brother/son/father/etc...to a horrible sickness. An illness so debilitating, so haunting. One that makes you feel invincible one day, and worthless the next. When people don't see help for this sickness, they try to self medicate--drink, do drugs, spend money--whatever they can to get a high, a rush, and feed their mania. But eventually, none of that is going to help...none of that will help kill that inner pain. That rush, that high, only lasts for so long and then the severe depression takes over. The drugs, the alcohol, only fuel the disease and cause you to not be yourself. Eventually, you cannot mask the pain anymore, nothing is fixing it. You don't want to die,...