I’m impressed how my oldest sister listened to me throughout my life, learned from my suicide attempts, and identified symptoms and behaviors that my parents overlooked. One of her sons is so astoundingly similar to me, and watching how she supports and advocates for him is incredible. Just the way that she sits him down and explains that not knowing that something is a bad choice doesn’t make us bad people as long as we try to do better, or helps him understand his value and her love for him is all enough to make me cry. I’m glad that I survived to see all of this.