socalgg1551
Bluelighter
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- Aug 14, 2013
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I have no one to talk about this with and I am feeling especially shitty today so I am gonna spill my guts a little and vent. My younger brother who is 26 years old is a paranoid schizophrenic who has been living on the streets of LA for about 4 months now. He has completely turned against his family and believes my parents and me are his worst enemies who are conspiring to ruin his life. He will not even accept the fact that he is mentally ill and believes it is us who is mentally ill. Watching his mind deteriorate the last couple years has been one of the hardest things for our family to go through, and that is saying a lot as they lived through and endured the hell of my past heroin addiction.
My brother has completely cut off our family and in our last email to him he said he was living on the street in LA and begging for change and using cocaine(crack?), and he was going to block all of our email addresses and does not ever want to speak to any of us again. His mental illness has twisted his mind so badly. It's so difficult to comprehend my younger brother out there living on the mean streets, and suffering from un-medicated schizophrenia. He's such a good, innocent kid who really does love his family, but this damn illness has completely possessed him. When I think of days like today, where its so cold and rainy outside and think of him out there unprotected, it breaks my heart. What if someone attacks him or wants to hurt him? I usually can't even think about it for too long because I will start crying myself.
My poor mother and father are probably taking it the worst. My mom is a shell of her former self and cries everyday and will probably have to go back on anti-depressants, despite the horrible side effects. I can't imagine whats shes going through, as she has more or less lost a child. My moms suffering due to my brothers homelessness hits me especially hard because my mom had to kick me out about 7 years ago due to my terrible heroin habit, onto the streets of LA, and now my younger brother is right back where I was. I wish I knew how to help her pain but I know I have caused a lot of it myself. Life can be so fucked up sometimes.
My parents want me to go up to LA to look for my brother and to try and make contact. I act like I am brave and courageous enough to do this but inside I know it will crush me to see him in the state he is probably in. The thought that he might now be on crack is unthinkable. He was already very violent before he left my parents house for the streets. I'm not even sure how he will react if he sees me and he could very well try and attack me if I approach him. I don't know if I have it in me to return to those streets to look for him but if I don't, that means my parents will eventually go up there due to their depression and search for him, which I can't let them do. I know I will have to go up there sooner or later and find out what has happened to him.
I feel like I am getting to my mental limit and am going crazy myself. I just go to work and come home and lay in bed and smoke weed all day, depressed and on the verge of tears. I feel I am becoming hopelessly addicted to smoking weed all day to not think about the problems in my life and my families life but the weed is only making me more depressed. My mom and dad are emotionally/mentally breaking and my mom has also developed a knee problem and can barely walk without assistance.Our family dog that has been an emotional life saver for our family through our many tragedies is close to being completely blind due to his diabetes. I also just found out I did not pass my classes and will now be kicked out of college. Oh and by the way, I'm trying to not say fuck it all and go back to losing myself in IV heroin/cocaine. What a life
My brother has completely cut off our family and in our last email to him he said he was living on the street in LA and begging for change and using cocaine(crack?), and he was going to block all of our email addresses and does not ever want to speak to any of us again. His mental illness has twisted his mind so badly. It's so difficult to comprehend my younger brother out there living on the mean streets, and suffering from un-medicated schizophrenia. He's such a good, innocent kid who really does love his family, but this damn illness has completely possessed him. When I think of days like today, where its so cold and rainy outside and think of him out there unprotected, it breaks my heart. What if someone attacks him or wants to hurt him? I usually can't even think about it for too long because I will start crying myself.
My poor mother and father are probably taking it the worst. My mom is a shell of her former self and cries everyday and will probably have to go back on anti-depressants, despite the horrible side effects. I can't imagine whats shes going through, as she has more or less lost a child. My moms suffering due to my brothers homelessness hits me especially hard because my mom had to kick me out about 7 years ago due to my terrible heroin habit, onto the streets of LA, and now my younger brother is right back where I was. I wish I knew how to help her pain but I know I have caused a lot of it myself. Life can be so fucked up sometimes.
My parents want me to go up to LA to look for my brother and to try and make contact. I act like I am brave and courageous enough to do this but inside I know it will crush me to see him in the state he is probably in. The thought that he might now be on crack is unthinkable. He was already very violent before he left my parents house for the streets. I'm not even sure how he will react if he sees me and he could very well try and attack me if I approach him. I don't know if I have it in me to return to those streets to look for him but if I don't, that means my parents will eventually go up there due to their depression and search for him, which I can't let them do. I know I will have to go up there sooner or later and find out what has happened to him.
I feel like I am getting to my mental limit and am going crazy myself. I just go to work and come home and lay in bed and smoke weed all day, depressed and on the verge of tears. I feel I am becoming hopelessly addicted to smoking weed all day to not think about the problems in my life and my families life but the weed is only making me more depressed. My mom and dad are emotionally/mentally breaking and my mom has also developed a knee problem and can barely walk without assistance.Our family dog that has been an emotional life saver for our family through our many tragedies is close to being completely blind due to his diabetes. I also just found out I did not pass my classes and will now be kicked out of college. Oh and by the way, I'm trying to not say fuck it all and go back to losing myself in IV heroin/cocaine. What a life
