I ended up talking to my brother. I started the conversation by asking if he would like to have an honest conversation about both of our mental health situations. We talked for two hours. I started by spilling the beans which was my way of extending trust and hoping to get him to open up. He mostly did. He needs help for sure. But he is resistant. All excuses. He admits he'd like to be back on meds, but there is no money. I told him the med he used to be on is generic now, but still no money. I asked him to look up his insurance provider to see what professionals were in network in his area. Hasn't done that yet. Plus, no money for copays.

I tried talking about finances, but there were a lot of excuses. I know you can lead a horse to water and still can't make it drink. But I swear if I have to I'm driving down there and making him call for an appointment. I mean I'm on the same med he used to be on and it cost me $16 per month. My mom thinks it would be even cheaper at Walmart.

Anyway, I needed to vent a little.