I knew my little brother suffered from depression for years but I never thought it would take him to such depths that he would actually take his own life. I should have heard it in his voice I should have seen it in his eyes and I should have seen it in his poetry that he wrote to me. I will miss his smile and his cute button nose for the rest of my life #TheSunShinesBrighterBecauseHeWasHere ❤
What it’s like to have sensory overload. If someone were to come to you and start poking you in the arm, it wouldn’t be too bad…at first. But, if they continue to poke your over, and over, and over, eventually you would hit a breaking point. That is how incessant noise and sensorial stimulation affects me. It doesn’t bother me too much at first, but after a while I WILL break down.