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The loneliness of depression isn’t something I’d wish on my worst enemy.

One feels like a seagull swooping for scraps — scraps of love, scraps of undivided attention.

One of my darkest moments took place after my brother Damian died of toxicity of alcohol and drugs in the blood.

Was it an accidental overdose? Or a suicide? Our family will never know.