My brother had some kind of mental breakdown today, maybe a psychotic disorder. Although he seemed to recognize me, he couldn't talk directly to me, most of the time. It was really hard to see him like that; totally dizzy, screaming in pain and lost in his agony. I tried to take him to the hospital, but he wouldn't coopetate. He became very strong to the point I couldn't do much else afraid I'd hurt him. First time this ever happened. I was honestly so freaked out, but I managed to support him, telling I was there for him so we could snap out of that situation together. Some minutes later he became able to recognize me and calm down eventually agreeing to go to the hospital (by this time some blessed people had came to help). I kept my head up all the time, but almost lost it to the point I hid in another room and cried for a couple minutes, lol. We got there in time. He had had an adverse reaction to a his antidepressant medication (since he had increased and mixed his dose by himself ). I was so afraid to lose him; thought maybe he wouldn't be able to recover from the breakdown. Fortunately, after all the medical care, I finally could talk to him, laughing and feeling a urge to cry at the same time. "You little piece of shit! You nearly killed bith of us. Don't you ever do that to me ever ever ever again!", I told him. He laughed and said "I bet you cried, you pussy". Yep. Best laughter ever. Thanks life, for giving me the opportunity to realize that we need to be around the ones we love and let them know we do.