My brother took his own life in early January, he'd been struggling with depression for years, he was 35. It was very planned (left notes, cleaned house)
I was next of kin due to complicated family situation, so I've been in full sorting/arranging mode.
The funeral was last week and since then my mood has crashed. I keep having nightmares, picturing his last moments, his body, what he went through. I was the one dealing with the police, the coroner, the funeral. I had to call my dad and tell him his son was dead, the way he cried and screamed plays through my head.
I'm hoping it's just a delayed response, but this is the worse I've felt since the day it happened.
Just needed to write it down and tell someone