thank you everyone. i have read all of your supportive comments and advice, and i will definitely take it all to heart. i see a therapist on monday with both of my sisters, which should be helpful too.
judging from your comments, i think i must seem really calm in my writing, but i am breaking down and crying quite a lot. i found out she died when i was on a city bus on the way home from work. i was almost home and i started sobbing and shaking and stuff on the bus.
we won't get to see her remains because she had been in the apartment too long before she was found (only 12 hours maximum but she had taken so much drugs that it had a very detrimental effect). she made a list of everything she took, and according to the list it was literally hundreds of pills. while still conscious she made note of the fact that she was unable to swallow any more medicines after a certain stage, and she said she hoped that she took enough.
i know that i could not have helped her. she was always mentally ill and had lots of issues (in and out of institutions when i was small), but it got worse after she was brain injured in 2000. not a terribly bad brain injury, but it was serious enough that she kind of cracked.
in the early stages, after she would overdose i would stand by her hospital bedside and tell her all of the reasons she should want to live, and would try to help her find meaning. but eventually i realized that nothing i said to her would ever convince her that her life was important. it was eventually devastating to me, because in my heart *i* wanted to be important enough for her to stay alive. it wore me down.
lately i thought i would find out about her death while i was on a bus. every day i would ride the city bus for an hour each way to work, so there was a good chance that was where i would be when i was be informed.
there was a high bridge that she occasionally threatened to jump off of (she had a friend who did jump off it to commit suicide about 40 years ago), and over the last year my bus would cross the river in sight of that bridge every morning. if the sun was up i could see the water below the bridge quite clearly, and i would look closely to check if she had jumped. it was irrational, but that's the way my mind started to work.
thank you for letting me rant. i'm sure it is uncomfortable to read this.
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