Reading about Sinead O’Conner

I was doing okay. Some days are better than others. Sometimes I get really sad when I see something or hear an song and I remember my brother is no longer alive. I sometimes go a week or two without being very sad. But when I read about Sinead O’Conner’s passing and how much she grieved for her son who committed suicide, I was deeply saddened. I watched a few of her performances and I cried. I was sobbing. I didn’t realize I still hurt so much inside.