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What are the mental repercussions of Instagram fame and can they lead to suicide?

It started out like any other Friday fall morning. The foliage was slowly turning to stunning yellows, reds, and oranges. Workers and students alike were heading off to their respective responsibilities, likely looking forward to the weekend.

My brother, Frederick, was eight when I was born. I don't know if he was happy to have a sister or resented me being born, as it was difficult to get any kind of reading on what he was thinking or feeling. I never felt any love or affection from him — unless his way of showing it was through emotional and physical abuse.

Thanks to a number of different stressful factors, I was sent to the Centre For Addiction and Mental Health (CAMH) emergency department recently at the "professional advice" (read: insistence) of my general physician. This all happened because I admitted to planning the care of my beloved cats in case I killed myself.

Spurred onto suicide by bullies, we’ve lost someone who could have been part of the world, not separated from it.

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His mouth was soft. He could swear, make out, act indifferent, complain, and get embarrassed all in five minutes.