5 years

My brother was never there for me when he became a teenager. He had a drug problem and my family tried to help him out but he never listened. He was also a diabetic. I was protected by my parents to not experience the pain of when he was alive. However, they didn't really do a great job. But 5 years ago my brother came out of rehab and overdosed on methadone and an antidepressant. There is not a day that goes by that i wish he was here. I miss my brother every day.

I am just now allowing myself to really grief for him, and not be upset at my parents for protecting me and not feel defeated and hopeless and worthless for not being able to do anything.