16 year ago my brother died. His name is Ioannis. He was an artist: a sculptor, a teacher, a thinker, a creator. He was a son, a brother, a role model, an inspiration.
He took his own life.
This is part of my story I almost never tell. I sometimes don't want to beleive it's true. I still think it was a mistake. I still don't understand why? I'm still seeking answers and understanding.
To recover from the loss of a loved one's suicide is one of the most difficult things I've ever done. My heart pours out compassion to those who have also experienced this type of loss.
The pain is almost insurmountable and immeasurable.
I tell you this part of my story because I need to carry a message that there is relief, hope and life after a loved one's death.
This year, I hope to honor my brother's memory by running the NYC half marathon in support of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
I hope to bring more awarness to suicide, depression, mental health and to support all those who are in need.
I'd like to ask you for your support. If you can, please donate to this fundraising campaign. Your contributions will go to a worthwhile cause.
Thank you for reading.