Book review: My Brother’s Journey

Book cover: My brother's journey

My Brother’s Journey: From Genius To Simpleton by Marie Abanga is a moving tribute to her younger brother Gabriel, whose life was taken away far too soon by mental illness.  It includes not only Marie’s words, but also the words of others who knew and loved her brother.

In the book she shares what a kind person he was with great personal and academic promise until illness entered his life and irreversibly changed him.  The “simpleton” reference in the title reflects the challenges he had with performing basic tasks towards the end of his life.  The book includes letters he had written, which showed a clear decline given that he had previously done very well in school.

He was diagnosed with epilepsy while he was still in school, and had multiple hospitalizations.  He was later diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder.  He moved to Germany to further his studies, but ended up being deported because his illness was uncontrolled.  Marie shares how difficult it was when he returned home to Cameroon; it was difficult to tell which parts of what he was saying were real and which were not, and she described him as resembling a ghost.

He later was able to get a visa to move to the United States.  At the time, it was thought that it would be the best thing for his health, and perhaps the “black magic” that affected him might not be able to cross the ocean.  However, his health further deteriorated there.    Marie describes the numerous challenges in trying to get adequate care for him, made even more difficult by the fact that his immediate family was back in Cameroon, and Marie was unable to get a visa to go to the U.S.

When the family were informed that Gabriel had died, the cause was unknown.  Marie is openly critical of the health care system that let him down.  In particular she condemns the institution where he was held after an altercation with police.  She shares a letter her mother had written to the institution asking that his medical needs be addressed, but this seems to have fallen on deaf ears.

Marie writes about the stigma around mental illness in Africa, where the subject is considered taboo.  Those who are ill may be shunned by their families and rejected by their communities, and may be talked of as being wicked, bewitched, or possessed.

What really stood out for me was the prevailing attitudes in Cameroon regarding mental illness.  I’ve heard that ideas such as black magic exist, but this book really brought it to life.  It’s also interesting that he seemed to do the best when he was in Cameroon, and worse when he was in countries with supposedly more advanced health care systems.  This is a sad story of a very promising young man who fell through the cracks – the very wide cracks – in the health care system.

 

You can find Marie on Marie Abanga’s Blog.

 

You can find my other book review here.

My first book, Psych Meds Made Simple: How & Why They Do What They Do, is available on Amazon as an ebook or paperback.

20 thoughts on “Book review: My Brother’s Journey

  1. Meg says:

    That made me so sad to read! I can tell by his photo that he was a nice, friendly person, and this is devastating.

    “Black magic,” huh. I didn’t know such beliefs were still prevalent, but it makes me sad. If there’s one thing schizophrenia can’t fight against, it’s ancient beliefs like that.

    The author seems amazing to have tried to fight against those beliefs and help her brother. 😦

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    • Marie Abanga says:

      Hi MEG,

      Thanks so much for your comment. Hahaha, “Black magic” is still so rampant here oh. Even autism or sickle cell disease is attributed to that lol. I mean, I am almost the one of, if not the most vocal authority on mental health and illness right now in my country. Wait, we don’t even have a mental health policy nor any real functional public structures to offer mental health care support or treatment. There are only two public psychiatric wards in 2 main public hospitals in the two largest cities of my country which has over 20 million inhabitants. I mean, I could go on and on.
      My brother was also diagnosed in the US with Bipolar Disorder so the diagnoses changed and I really don’t care about the final one in as much as he was just a statistics of sorts.
      We as a family back home just love him and tried our best to help him with whatever it was we found could help including prayers tbt. He was seeing the best neuropsychiatrist around and mum could afford a therapist who came home to him. He was stable to the point of returning to school and obtaining a higher diploma in IT. But everything came down very fast when he won that US Lottery.
      Helas that is life now, I myself live with PTSD and part of my advocacy is for my own wellbeing if that makes sense.
      Thank you so much for your comment

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      • Meg says:

        Oh, wow, thanks for sharing!! That’s really educational! I’ve lead a sheltered life and I had no idea what things were like in other parts of the world! I greatly admire your advocacy!! I’m so sorry about your brother! He seems to have been quite a good person, and lucky to have you and your mom! 🙂

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        • Marie Abanga says:

          Thanks MEG, I actually came to realize that my friends in the US didn’t know much of the world other than what happens in their big big country hahaha. Glad we have the e world now that makes it much easier. I grew up a very currious and widely read girl. I read my first Daniel Steel novel for eg when I was 10 lol.
          My brother was a gentleman there is no other word. He was a genius and so God fearing. He had mum and us 3 sisters. Life happens, we learn and love and move on hoping to leave a legacy even if in only one heart.
          Take great care of you and hope your brother opens up and goes for further help

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  2. BeckiesMentalMess.wordpress.com says:

    This was a tough read but in all fairness, knowing that my own brother is going through what I had to face and still face to this day. I am trying so hard to convince him by my example that attending the mental health facility would benefit him in so many ways.
    By all means… He has so many other issues, such as alcoholism added to the mix of mental health ones. I just hope that I can truly reach out to him before it’s too late.
    Thank you for sharing this book review. I have added this to my list of books I want to read this year.

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    • Marie Abanga says:

      Hi BEKIE,

      It was even tougher for me to write that book in just one month – as soon as he died and before he was buried. It took a month to arrange for the corpse to be repatriated, my mum actually went there to sort that out, and then to arrange funeral stuffs and for us 3 siblings left to fly in .
      I think attending a mental health facility also ties in to the faith or what you are getting out from the facility? I don’t know for sure because we don’t have any back here and it’s left to church or shamans to do what they can or want – or you just see the lone psychiatrist around and take dem meds.
      My brother saw many doctors and was enlisted in therapy for a short while out there. He spoke so well of one doctor, but dreaded going to the one who replaced that one or to whom he was later assigned.
      My hope is to open a mental health care support center in my community, obviously the first ever here.
      If you can truly reach out to him fine, but if you can’t – like I truly couldn’t towards the end, you’ll have to eventually forgive yourself and accept the obvious that it wasn’t your fault.
      I appreciate your comment

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        • Marie Abanga says:

          Hahaha Ashley, it may be scarry to read that, but that’s a big reality here. Treating may not be the word I’ll use on second thought, but shamans still rule here tbt. I went to at least 2 with my family for my brother and one other one was brought home and had such a disgusting persona and ritualistic request, I openly lashed out and encouraged my brother to dump their concoction. With regards to the doctors out there, I don’t even know what to say hahahaha.

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        • Marie Abanga says:

          Thanks Beckie, it’s much much better now. We created a foundation in his honour called the Gbm Foundation for Epilepsy and Mental Wellbeing and I am the country director. It gives me so much fulfilment doing all this

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        • Marie Abanga says:

          He sure is. He started calling me Mama Ayo when at age 13 and he 11, we were left to fend for ourselves and I will scale our high fence to get us food. That was just when he started having seizures. Mum had left the previous summer or so. Anyways, am still fondly called that and it always make me think of him . We were so so so close, and if anyone could get to him even when he was manic, that was me lil

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  3. Marie Abanga says:

    Dear Ashley,

    Thank you so much for this awesome review. When I wrote that book, it was a means of survival because I was slipping. Insomnia for one month regardless of what I did, max 3 hours or restless sleep as from 2 week after he died. I lost maybe 10 or more kgs, I was a mess and started seeing a psychiatrist and psychotherapist myself leading to my PTSD diagnosis. I didn’t know anyone especially non African could read or get anything out of the book. It was to me a way of immortalizing the brother I knew. Simpleton as I used it really meant what I googled it to be: ‘a fool’. I couldn’t say it any other way – life has dealt me so many blows I wonder which is next lol.
    I therefore really appreciate your reviewing this book of all the books I wrote. Thank you from the bottom of heart.
    Let’s continue with our advocacy and self care all the way

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  4. Marie Abanga says:

    Reblogged this on Marie Abanga's Blog and commented:
    Dear Ashley,

    Thank you so much for this awesome review. When I wrote that book, it was a means of survival because I was slipping. Insomnia for one month regardless of what I did, max 3 hours or restless sleep as from 2 week after he died. I lost maybe 10 or more kgs, I was a mess and started seeing a psychiatrist and psychotherapist myself leading to my PTSD diagnosis. I didn’t know anyone especially non African could read or get anything out of the book. It was to me a way of immortalizing the brother I knew. Simpleton as I used it really meant what I googled it to be: ‘a fool’. I couldn’t say it any other way – life has dealt me so many blows I wonder which is next lol.
    I therefore really appreciate your reviewing this book of all the books I wrote. Thank you from the bottom of heart.
    Let’s continue with our advocacy and self care all the way

    Liked by 2 people

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