Continue to write. Continue to vocalize. Continue to talk with us.
PTSD took my brother. It takes too many loved ones. I cannot understand why people do not do more to help, however they can. I wish I could say the words that would help alleviate even a little bit of what you're going through. The only thing I can think of is:
You are strong enough to live.
You are strong enough to get through this.
You are strong enough to become whole again.