It started in 5th grade of primary school. He got a bad grade in school, parents were mad as he really was an excellent student and it just wasn't acceptable for them that he is not one of the best. He suffered his first panic attack, picked up his clothes, pocket money and a backpack and just disappeared for 4 days. No one actually had idea what's going on back in time and pretty much everyone was convinced it is just a puberty thing and that he is going to come back. As a younger brother who was 10 at that time, I really couldn't help much, but I knew something wasn't right.
After he came back, he was a normal person, a brother, son and a friend everyone knows him like once again. And it was like that for next 4 years (few little incidents here and there, but nothing worth mentioning). He never showed any signs of depression, anxiety whatsoever. High school quickly arrived and problems started again. He would once again just explode, get extremely mad, use his height and strength on bad way and cause problems, have fights, sell things from home etc. It really seemed like there is no solution. He was really quiet, but always kept telling me things that I only I knew. He never realised he had a problem. A big one.
Thankfully, even though it took him, parents and doctor 7 years to realise he really has a big problem, a therapy started. On my huge surprise, he had no problems taking medicaments and it really all got calm. He stopped telling me his stories and I somehow got out of that story a bit, thinking it all got ended, as it seemed like that. No panic attacks, no big things, but he still was visibly mentally weak. I got my driving license in the meantime and that was, no matter how crazy it sounds, the trigger that started bigger problems. He was mad that I would go out with a car that he would just go to a local pub and drink until 6am, returning home drunk and sweaty. He got in smoking, he started drinking. He just thought he was not good enough. Soon then, he started "stealing" keys and car from mom and dad after midnight and I would often see him returning when going to school, around 7 AM. It just gone the way you expect it to go, police caught him few times driving without the license, but would just let him go and tell him to go home, as this is small town and no one really wants "problems". All the time we were trying to talk to him, help him, but he would just refuse, saying "alright, alright" all the time and doing the exact opposite of that just few minutes after.
It was all bearable until one night when he came to the point of trying a suicide. It was once again a car issue. I promised my friends that I'm going to pick them up that night, so I got in the car after short argument with him, not even dreaming what could happen next. He just ran out of house, took me out of the car and tried to go out, but yard doors were closed. He literally tried to go through them and after failing, he punched the steering wheel completely destroying it, kicked the car doors and he just gone back home. After few minutes, he stood on the edge of home's 3rd floor terrace and started crying. He was talking about how his life is worthless, how no one loves him. It was clear that he has panic attack. I was horrified and scared to the point where I couldn't stop shaking for an hour. Luckily, both parents were there and calmed the situation. It's been few months since that happened and I am still scared of what could happen next deep down, even though doctor said he really showed a progress since then. It gets even more scary when you realise that he is the hardest person to reach and the toughest challenge of the best doctor in whole country. Yes, that's what my brother was through. We knew that he was on a really narrow border of commiting a suicide as doctor told that to parents when the therapy started, but we didn't even imagine he could actually do that. I don't even want to think about that now.
Thankfully, it's been all calm since then, he started studying and going to university once again, he is regular on classes and has showed some strong signs of huge progression. Being a younger brother of someone with that type of mental ilness is extremely tough, but I can't even imagine what it is having it. Just a message to anyone who's going through it - believe me, people around you love you. You are who you are and that is enough. Keep fighting lads.