My perspective shift on death and suicide after I re-read my first memoir.

My little brother passed away three years ago, and my life has never been the same since that moment. I had got a call early that morning moments after his death. I was devastated, confused, and uninformed because I had not talked to him much as I was progressing with myself and my academic career, but we were brothers, so it was “overstood.” I was doing my thing…