I honestly don’t know where to begin, I guess my depression started when I lost my older brother 3 years ago in September 2014 to gun violence, even though we grew up in different households we were always very close to each other. We have the same father and different mother he was always there for me to talk to about any and everything. Me and Ali were always close but after my brother passed away she started to come back around more , Ali was always there for me when I felt like I had no one to talk to or turn to for advice she was like a little sister and best friend all in one growing up since elementary, middle and high school she grew very close to my family and they grew to love her as one of their own and there all hurt so bad over it we love you, Ali! When I heard the news I cried for days, can’t sleep more than a few hours a day or constraint on anything without thinking about Ali and tearing up and thinking about what happened to my brother all over again just thinking praying when is this going to stop, my life has been in a downward spiral ever since I lost my brother depression is something else I tell you.
– Tavon Brown.