I lost my brother nearly 6yrs ago after he took his own life at the age of 34. We had no idea he was depressed or suicidal at all, although he had recently separated from his wife so we knew life was tough at that point. Looking back we now think he was suffering from bipolar, with the highs outweighing the lows which were not massively low to those on the outside at least. The news of Caroline Flack at the weekend has really shaken me up and I can’t stop thinking about my brother and what he must’ve been going through during the lead up to his death. He definitely intended to die so I know that much but I always felt it was a sudden snap decision rather than something he planned and thought about for a while beforehand (that may be naive in order to avoid thinking he suffered alone for a time). I’m not sure why I’m writing this but I just feel like I can’t stop thinking about him and what life was like for him as well as an enormous sense of guilt that we couldn’t do more. I have never felt anger just sadness that it had to be this way. I guess all the talk about Caroline and how awful life was for her isn’t making me feel any better about things really