My little brother killed himself 3 years ago. I still have a really hard time dealing with it, but can’t bring myself to talk to anyone else about it. I can’t afford a therapist, and I don’t see any reason why I should burden anyone else with my problems and negative feelings. But truth be told, I find myself thinking about killing myself a lot more often than I want to, and it scares me. And more often than I want to admit, I really, really need a fucking hug.