Goddamn it.
A little over a year ago, my older brother got accepted to medical school. It was a happy time. The only problem was that the medical school was in Iowa, and we are in Oklahoma, so I was going to miss him.
That first semester, a lot of shit went down and he ended up in the hospital for suicidal depression. My parents went up to stay with him for awhile, then it was decided that he would move back here for the summer to recouperate and then try again in the fall semester. Summer came and went and then he went back to Iowa to try again. Things were going better this time. He was having a hell of a time with his courses, but at least he wasn't out of his mind with depression anymore.
My mom just called to say that he has failed two of his five courses and that he doesn't know if he is going to be allowed back in.
I've never been so scared for my brother in my life. I just don't know what this is going to do to him. Even before tonight, my heart jumped everytime I got a call later in the evening than usual; I always half expect it to be one of my parents telling me that my brother isn't with us anymore.
I've taken my fair share of psych courses; I know depression is an illness just the same as the flu, that it happens to people, that it's not their fault. But that doesn't help me know what the fuck I need to do to help him. Do I tell him that becoming a doctor isn't worth all this shit (one his professors is proud that he was able to flunk a student that had already obtained a PhD), to give up? I hate to encourage him to give up on a dream, but I also don't want the stress to literally kill him.
I'm glad he's coming back home for Christmas break, but I just wish I knew what to do...Merry fucking Christmas indeed.
Anyway, thanks for listening...any prayers/good vibes/etc. are much appreciated.
A little over a year ago, my older brother got accepted to medical school. It was a happy time. The only problem was that the medical school was in Iowa, and we are in Oklahoma, so I was going to miss him.
That first semester, a lot of shit went down and he ended up in the hospital for suicidal depression. My parents went up to stay with him for awhile, then it was decided that he would move back here for the summer to recouperate and then try again in the fall semester. Summer came and went and then he went back to Iowa to try again. Things were going better this time. He was having a hell of a time with his courses, but at least he wasn't out of his mind with depression anymore.
My mom just called to say that he has failed two of his five courses and that he doesn't know if he is going to be allowed back in.
I've never been so scared for my brother in my life. I just don't know what this is going to do to him. Even before tonight, my heart jumped everytime I got a call later in the evening than usual; I always half expect it to be one of my parents telling me that my brother isn't with us anymore.
I've taken my fair share of psych courses; I know depression is an illness just the same as the flu, that it happens to people, that it's not their fault. But that doesn't help me know what the fuck I need to do to help him. Do I tell him that becoming a doctor isn't worth all this shit (one his professors is proud that he was able to flunk a student that had already obtained a PhD), to give up? I hate to encourage him to give up on a dream, but I also don't want the stress to literally kill him.
I'm glad he's coming back home for Christmas break, but I just wish I knew what to do...Merry fucking Christmas indeed.
Anyway, thanks for listening...any prayers/good vibes/etc. are much appreciated.
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