
Birthinjune
Member
- Jan 31, 2021
- 37
Hi all. I've been lurking on this website for a couple of weeks. It's brought me a lot of solace to be able to consider options. I appreciate how non judgemental and supportive this community is.
I wanted to make an introduction to contribute. My fiance committed suicide a month ago. I knew he was actively suicidal and I left the responsibility to watch him to his roommate because I was dissociating watching him use drugs. I feel responsible for his death. If I had stayed to watch him he would still be here. The story is long and tragic but I don't know if I want to disclose anything else on a public forum right now.
Before this I've had suicidal ideations, I have bad anxiety/ptsd/shizophrenia under stress, but I usually improve within a couple of weeks. Since this has happened my brain has been screaming at me to die. He was my best friend and I loved him more than I can ever imagine loving anyone. He has not left my mind. I've been constantly reimagining conversations that could have went different, things I could have done to make him happier. I just wanted him to want to be here with me. And I'm so scared of forgetting him.
I have friends and family close to me, who mean well and are trying to help, but their inability to understand how I feel is making me pull away and isolate. I haven't been able to function at all. I spend all of my time thinking what I could have done differently.
Not only is this pain unimaginable grief of loss, but guilt, and no interest in having a future in a world without him here. I don't think I am strong enough to overcome this. Everything I do or accomplish or see or experience I will want him here for it, and all feels meaningless without him here.
And I acknowledge that time changes things. I keep telling myself to hold on until spring. The only thing keeping me alive is my mom is still alive, and I think my death would literally kill her. But the only thing that brings me comfort is knowing I have the option to die.
I try to remember how my blood went cold when I got that phone call. I wonder if people close to me would be feeling the same as I'm feeling now. If it was under different circumstances, like an accident, it wouldn't be this bad. If anyone else in my life died it wouldn't be this bad. So I can't imagine my death would put in anyone in the amount of pain that I am feeling now, aside from potentially my mom.
I think that's all I have the energy to write for now. Thanks for reading.
I wanted to make an introduction to contribute. My fiance committed suicide a month ago. I knew he was actively suicidal and I left the responsibility to watch him to his roommate because I was dissociating watching him use drugs. I feel responsible for his death. If I had stayed to watch him he would still be here. The story is long and tragic but I don't know if I want to disclose anything else on a public forum right now.
Before this I've had suicidal ideations, I have bad anxiety/ptsd/shizophrenia under stress, but I usually improve within a couple of weeks. Since this has happened my brain has been screaming at me to die. He was my best friend and I loved him more than I can ever imagine loving anyone. He has not left my mind. I've been constantly reimagining conversations that could have went different, things I could have done to make him happier. I just wanted him to want to be here with me. And I'm so scared of forgetting him.
I have friends and family close to me, who mean well and are trying to help, but their inability to understand how I feel is making me pull away and isolate. I haven't been able to function at all. I spend all of my time thinking what I could have done differently.
Not only is this pain unimaginable grief of loss, but guilt, and no interest in having a future in a world without him here. I don't think I am strong enough to overcome this. Everything I do or accomplish or see or experience I will want him here for it, and all feels meaningless without him here.
And I acknowledge that time changes things. I keep telling myself to hold on until spring. The only thing keeping me alive is my mom is still alive, and I think my death would literally kill her. But the only thing that brings me comfort is knowing I have the option to die.
I try to remember how my blood went cold when I got that phone call. I wonder if people close to me would be feeling the same as I'm feeling now. If it was under different circumstances, like an accident, it wouldn't be this bad. If anyone else in my life died it wouldn't be this bad. So I can't imagine my death would put in anyone in the amount of pain that I am feeling now, aside from potentially my mom.
I think that's all I have the energy to write for now. Thanks for reading.