Today May 31,2017 marks the day my brother’s body was recovered from a lake.He went missing May 28 ,2014 and passed on the same day.It’s taken me awhile to post here because I still can’t accept that he took his life and in this manner.It’s been 3 years now,but it feels like yesterday.The same pain,the same longing,the same heartache,the same everything.My brother was suffering with S.A.D.,but showed no symptoms of it.I feel we let him down,we should’ve seen something and picked up on it and insisted he get help.So yes ,I feel deep regret.I also feel angry,not at my brother.Sometimes I feel I’m going mad.I’m glad I’ve found this site where I can express what’s on my mind without judgment.