Without a doubt my brother. In the past year or so, and even at times before that, he has been there for me when I needed him most. Sometimes even dropped everything to physically be with me when I wasn’t doing well mentally. Despite having his own crap to deal with. Despite my crap being beyond his ability to make it go away. He did what he could by just holding me and letting me cry. And then talking with me about stupid stuff, just to distract me. And helping me tidy the place a little.
I’m trying to do the same for him, but we’re not usually alone, which makes hit hard. It pains me to watch him struggle. Some things he gets a grip on easily, but others are affecting him greatly and the only way out, without destroying his marriage, is for him to adapt.