Warning: This post may be triggering. I lost my brother, Michael, in 2013 to suicide. From the moment I found out, life has never been the same. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to get my brother back. I can't imagine how amazing it would be to see him walk into my family's Christmas celebration or some birthday dinner. I often think about what life would be like if he were still here. Then, reality hits and I remember that he won't be at Christmas or birthday dinners.
I have done a lot of stupid stuff in my 38 years of life that were for no purpose other than to impress someone or try to fit in. For example, when I was probably 13 years old, I grabbed a Sharpie marker while at a park near a cousin's house in Southern Minnesota. I began writing obscenities all over the wooden picnic tables and the cinder block walls of a park shelter. Not my best moment. I have no idea why I did it. I was a pretty good kid. I'd guess I was trying to impr