It takes a lot of medications to keep me stable, but my brother, who suffers from PTSD, has a whole pharmacy. I worry about him because he's been mostly ignored by the organizations that should care the most about him. It's really sickening, if I get to thinking too much about it. I wanted to see him so much yesterday, but it was somewhat depressing in the end.
I also got to explain to my other brother's girlfriend that I have hallucinations. She accepted it very well, so I feel privleged to know someone so open-minded. Perhaps my brother gave her fair warning, but he learned a few new things, too. I wonder what it feels like to be the 'other sibling,' while my other brother and I have PTSD and bipolar, respectively.
There is Jesus
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