For the past fourteen years, I’ve watched my best friend and brother fall victim to the symptoms, prejudices and social injustices that come with the territory of living with a severe mental illness. The illness, a delusion disorder, slowly robbed him of his life and his future. In a lot of ways I found myself grieving a person who was very much still alive. There were so many parts of him I knew wouldn’t be the same again. However, there was so much more about him to learn, love, and support; if, only, we were given an opportunity to do so.