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My brother died two years ago and I am still struggling to get past it. We were close and we grew up stealth camping around our neighborhood before we even knew what stealth camping was. We continued to do out shit together throughout our lives and one of the last things he talked about before he died was how he wanted to visit me in the Cascades so we could do some camping. Now every time I go out I am filled with a sadness so intense that it hinders me from doing the things I love. Three times now I have cut a trip short because I couldn’t bear the loneliness and depression washing over me as nighttime rolled in and I sat at my campsite with no one to talk to. How do I break through the barrier and get back to enjoying the austere beauty of the great outdoors without it crushing my soul?
