My brother took his own life this year, my eldest brother who moulded and guided all my principles in life.
He messaged me goodbye, but I didn't see it and by the time I managed to get help to his house he was gone.
What I'm struggling with is actually accepting and wanting to believe he is gone, he is though, I saw him after but despite this I refuse to allow any thoughts/conversations with people which reinforce this. I'm not even sad really which sounds strange to say, but I'm not sad because I won't let any thoughts in of him which then results in realisation that this is true. The pain is indescribable and I can't allow myself to fall down a rabbit hole of depression so I block it out.
Its been difficult as I'm watching my parents and siblings fall apart, my family is broken but I can't join in with this brokenness because I am unsure if I will ever come out of it. Can anybody relate to this? Can I postpone things until I'm ready? Do I need help? It's been 10months but I'm not ready to accept this yet.
If anybody can talk to me I would appreciate that.