Lost my brother when he was 15.
He stole a car, drove to Oregon. His friend buckled her seat-belt as they went off the road, only paralyzed. Bryan died that night.
I was seven just two weeks later. My mom made me leave my room to open presents, though I had barely stopped crying.
The PTSD from that “car accident” caused night terrors, sleepwalking, depression, anxiety, selective eating disorder, among other issues.
When my step-father was in a motorcycle accident three years later, and began molesting me after his traumatic brain injury, my PTSD became two-fold.
It took getting over teenage alcoholism, and meeting my soulmate, before I could function.
Got a semicolon tattoo today.

A punctuation mark ; indicating a pause, typically between two main clauses.
The semicolon represents a story not yet finished.
Depression, anxiety, PTSD, suicide, addiction, and self harm effect so many people.
The semicolon is a reminder to those suffering; your story is not over.
