So, I found this note in my bedroom at my parents’ house and had no idea why it was on my dresser or when I had received it. I have no recollection of it whatsoever. So I asked my mom, and she told me… (Background: Three years ago, I attempted suicide a few days before my brother was set to go to a friend’s cabin for a weekend. I was eighteen; he was 21) My parents had to force him to still go. When I got home from the hospital, this was on my bed waiting. Christian suffers from severe OCD. At the time, he refused to hand write anything because his OCD was too severe to let him. He had to type, because it was easier to rewrite an entire assignment when it was on the computer than when it was handwritten. He would literally do an assignment 15-20 times before he could get through the whole thing. So he apparently fought off his OCD just so he could write me a note so that I wouldn’t feel like he didn’t care. I wish I remembered this, because it makes me feel so loved to know about it now. Guys. My brother is so fucking sweet.