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Just over a week ago, as I was driving to a Valentine's day dinner with my boyfriend, he pulled the car over and died. just that quick. Aortic aneurysm. Besides the trauma of the sudden, unexpected loss, I'm living with the ghost of what happened. It's there every minute, like a movie playing over and over ~ like a song stuck in my head. I still wait for him to call or text. I have some decent minutes, then it hits me again like new ~ my stomach sinks and I can't breathe ~ I feel like I'm drowning. Literally. I'm so tired of crying. So tired of "it". People keep telling me that it will take time ... I don't know how much longer I can live like this. But, what choice do I have? I have two teenagers depending on me. It's so hard to put on a brave face for them, but I do. Starting counseling tomorrow. Thanks for letting me vent ... ♥
jude
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Thanks for being willing to share that with us. My wife killed herself just over 2 weeks ago. I still feel like keeping breathing and doing the next thing are about all I can handle right now. I hear the same, that it'll get better but it's going to take some time. I can see some small improvements, I think, but it doesn't seems like much. The prospect of it taking another year or two in order to start feeling normal is pretty daunting. I can't imagine having seen it happen; it was hard enough just getting the news from the police.
I know it's helped me some being able to post here and chat with some of the others on this website. I hope it helps for you, too. Welcome.
Thanks, Sean. It really does help hearing from people that are going through it, or have gone through something similar in the past. Besides all the grieving, I started feeling so abnormal because I'm evidently not "feeling" like a lot of the world would like me to. ("just put it out of your mind!" "Get busy and don't give yourself time to dwell on it!" "You have kids to think about! Stop being selfish!") Very nice to talk with people who are like me~kind of like zombies, walking through life feeling only pain, looking for a ray of hope. ♥
Aw, Brittany, I am so sorry for your loss. I sure understand about the anger ~ I recently visited my dad in the nursing home and found so much anger welling up in me ~ that he and so many other old people lived on while my boyfriend died at 57. I had to get out of there before I said something I'd regret.
But it's part of the process. It must be SO difficult for you, with a little one to care for.
Yes, coming here sure helps. So reassuring to know we aren't alone, or crazy. Peace.
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I know what you mean about feeling abnormal. I've never had this kind of emotional whiplash from all the different stuff that comes up unexpectedly. I'm lucky I've got some good friends and family who're very understanding and just stick with suggesting I take care of myself and give it time. I haven't had anyone yet tell me I should just "get over it," and I'm not sure how I'm going to react when they do. I'm hoping I'll be able to just shrug it off or walk away.
I know what you mean about looking for a ray of hope, too. I'm glad for the moments that come along where I feel at least somewhat grounded. They sometimes last for a little while, but never more than a couple hours. And then it's back to the turbulence again. For now, I'm just going on peoples' word that it'll get better in time....or at least settle down.
How about I just say keep hanging in there, and go easy on yourself? In talking with an aunt, we came up with the metaphor of a sudden death being like having a stroke. It's sudden, unexpected and some things now only kinda work while others just don't. And there's no way to know what'll come back on-line or how soon. You just get to keep living and dealing with what's there. And to Lucifer's outhouse after spicy chili night with those people who expect us to just bounce back and be fine! *hugs*
I love the stroke metaphor! It describes the feeling perfectly.
I guess that, just as we are strangers to handling grief, people around us are strangers to seeing us in our "post stroke" state. Sometimes they are so uncomfortable, they just want us to be our "old selves" to make it easier for them to deal with us. make sense?
Having hopeful moments, like little beams of light through the fog. But that's all I need right now.
keeping you in my thoughts and prayers, friend. ♥
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