my little brother had a seizure today. right now, i'm on my couch, watching my youngest sibling; my stepdad's in kittery. my mom, grandma, and uncle are at the emergency room with my brother. my sister is god knows where. a customer of my mom's (she's a seamstress) came over to pick up some stuff, but ended up hugging me and praying. i'm not religious, so it was kind of weird, but just having someone there helped the littlest bit... not really, actually. i just want my brother back, and for him to be okay.
he and my other brother have some sort of mental and physical disorder. they don't develop right, meaning they can't talk, walk, crawl, feed themselves, they wear diapers, and cry. a lot. just like babies. a few years ago, Liam (younger one) had a seizure or two because of acid reflux. before they knew that was the cause, the doctors said that once they started having seizures, it was near the end...
i don't want to lose Matty. i don't know what i'll do if that happens...
i'm not looking to comfort. i'm not looking for sympathy. i like having my brothers just the way they are, the only thing about their disorder that i'm not okay with is this seizure thing. i just had no other way to really get this out there, and with the horrible week i've already had, i'm in the worse mood i have been in a while.
did i mention my cat died this week? i hate my life. i really do. i'm sick of the crap i've had to go through, not only this week, but all the time.
I just want Matty to come home safe. I could care less about the other stuff, I'm just worried for my little brother. He's only six.

--EDIT--
He's home now, with medication. He has to take it for the rest of his life.