<meta charset="utf-8"><span>On June 13th 2017, I became an only child again. My little brother, only 13 days past his 36th birthday, lost his battle with depression. For the next nine months, I worried daily that I may lose my Mom or Stepdad as well if they weren’t able to escape the dark hole this sent them into. An ad for Zox popped up on my FB feed and I found my first strap...Enduring. At the time, that’s all I was doing, trying to keep my head above the high tide of grief and pushing my energy into keeping my parents alive. Looking down at that strap helped to center me when my brain was too busy. It let me know I’d get through this if I just endured those horrible first few days, weeks, months, holidays, birthdays, death anniversary. Another one of those is coming up and I just got another strap for myself and one for my Mom...Continue. That’s what we have to do, we have to continue to love one another, continue to reach out to others and continue to shine a bright light on the dark subjects of mental health and suicide. Since losing my brother, the only way I can explain this life now is that it’s a continual fight between wishing everyone understood and praying that they never have to.</span>
