Tuesday, 13 August 2019


On Aug. 1st, my world plummeted into a void. My youngest brother died by suicide and my family will never be the same. It cannot remain taboo to speak out about suicide, to speak out about mental illness, and to speak out about depression. Because when it is taboo, people will hide what they are going through and the end result is... this.

My brother was a carer, of anyone and everyone. He gave of himself so much over the years, but was never one to let anyone know how he himself suffered. I think he became convinced he could not share his vulnerabilities with anyone, despite how he was hurting.

And in the end, that isolation led him to the only solution he could see. An end to his pain meant an end to his life. And although his pain has ceased, ours is massive. My heart is so broken. I will miss him forever.


  1. Oh Ponita. I am so sorry to read this. What a really shitty year [under exaggeration] this has been for so many bloggers.

  2. Oh, Pam. I cannot say anything that will help, but my thoughts are with you.

  3. You have my heart, dear friend. The MITM and our Krewe are with you. xoxox

  4. I'm so, so sorry for your loss and the devastation of your family. Friends of mine, whose son ended his life by choice, coped with it by recognising that this was his choice and he had reasons that were valid to him at that time; and they had to accept that, and him. It didn't make it any less personally awful, of course.

  5. Oh Ponita - my heart breaks for you and your family. My thoughts are with you x

  6. Hi Ponita - just to let you know you're still in my thoughts ((hugs))


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