Sleep.

I awake to the sound of sobbing, loud sobbing. I'm pulled out of rem so hard that I'm still shaking.
I ran into the hallway and asked what was wrong. "I tried to talk to her, she got upset." my brothers voice answered. I try to calm and shake it off, she emerges saying we hate her, and spouting other negative thoughts, saying she wishes it would kill her.
We just want her to be ok, to get better I try to explain. Since before I can remember it's been tabboo to talk about until it's gone full blown.
It was hard making it through my meltdown, I almost had myself committed, now it's that time of year again. Time to deal with the family "secret".