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Dissident Aggressor's avatar

People make their own choices.

My 17 year old brother killed himself in 1996.

It devastated the family, but there’s nothing we could have done to prevent it.

He was a popular kid at school, a member of the wrestling team.

I had already given him my ‘66 el Camino.

The whole thing is a mystery, because he was a well adjusted kid.

Or so it seemed.

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Rob's avatar

I’m sorry to hear of your losses. Random jumbled thoughts: I love an INFJ; I can see her drive to heal the wounds of those around her and sometimes how this both heals and exacerbates her own pain; how trauma begets trauma and how I can feel so battered by second hand descriptions of it that it leads me to think I must have experienced it many times in past lives; the idea of living in psychological pain saddens me so much. Learning to accept pain as a part of existence and hold love for those who go through it is apparently the journey I am on. Would love to read your analysis.

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