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Last night I felt like a 6 year old child. When I get overwhelmed I revert back to feeling like I'm a kid, I plug my ears and rock back and forth, I cry for little or no reason, I am comforted by tactile stimulation. I admitted to my brother how I was feeling and he gave me the same advice he gave me in the hospital after my suicide attempt: Strength is admitting and accepting your weakness. When he talks with me like that, he seems less super-human and more like my brother, the one who grew up in the same home I did with the same loving parents. Kind of a nice christmas gift, my brothers humanity.
