My brother, Ray, suffers from schizophrenia and epilepsy. He started doing drugs to numb the chaos in his mind. Now he's an addict, desperately trying to understand himself yet trapped in a cycle of self-betrayal. I grew up feeling like he was missing his life, caught in this place that's neither here nor there. He was first institutionalized when we were in our early teens, and I started to forget what it was like to have a brother. This is my attempt to understand our fragile boundaries, allowing us to face each other and grow together instead of always trying to save him.