My brother attempted suicide again yesterday, by overdosing on paracetamol. Things played out in almost the exact same way as his first attempt in December 2016.

Drunkeness, followed by a rampage, followed by an overdose, followed by self-harm with a knife, followed by me having to almost literally fight him to get him to hospital, involving a long cat-and-mouse game with the Police and ambulance service (as an aside, it's also pretty heartbreaking trying to console your four old nephew as he watches his Dad being man handled into the back of a Police car).

Once again, they're treating him with intravenous acetylcysteine, and he should be okay - at least in terms of this particular attempt not being successful.

But ~smallest violin~ it's pretty damned stressful and miserable for me as well, and I don't have anywhere I can talk about it to help get the weight off my shoulders, now i've deactivated my Twitter account.

I could reactivate it, but it'd feel like slinking back with my tail between my legs, and my behaviour was such in those last few weeks that I wouldn't feel welcome. So it's all very sad.

Hey, Nigel! Do a funny 'meme' to cheer me up, like what they'd do on Twitter!