noctiva
the invisible girl
- Nov 6, 2019
- 393
I can't take much more anymore, I'm losing my mind. I'm completely isolated now, 8 weeks ago I was a member of a family with 7 people (including me). It is so quiet, every day is monotonous, there is no joy, no laughter.
I am losing touch with reality, I can see them, I can hear them. When I sleep I have vivid dreams of them laughing with me, going with me to the bookstore, making cake with me, being at basketball matches with me. I can feel my partners warmth and touch. And then I wake up, and all I can do is cry my eyes out for hours, sitting in bed rocking back and forth like a child, clutching the stuffed toy he brought me against my chest.
This is not life anymore, this isn't even death, this is torture.
I have tried everything to take my mind of things. While trying to clean I found a hair of his, started crying uncontrollably, put it back on the floor. I don't know if I'll ever see him again or if he'll ever come by again to shed another hair of his here. Tried to do laundry, found his dirty laundry in the basket.. It smells like him, I remember him wearing it here, I remember him taking it off, I cannot wash that. Every time I put my face oil on after shower or before going to bed I cry. I used to put the oil on him too, in the beginning he humoured me with it, then he actually stuck around and waited for me to do it, looking very happy and relaxed when I would do it. I haven't brushed my hair in 8 weeks, because he last used my hairbrush and it has his hairs in it. I have yogurts in my fridge that expired more than a month ago, 4th of October. He bought them, they will stay there until after the day I die or until he comes back and buys new ones.
I'm not saying this is healthy, but this is the naked truth. I love him and his family more than my life. I get it, it's not good to love someone that much and oneself so little, but I am not alive without him, I only survive. He made me someone I like, someone who is part of a family, someone who is loved and who is allowed to love back, someone who is supported and who is allowed to support back. I was a friend, a partner, a lover, a 'mother', a 'daughter in law', I loved every role of this. I have no part left of myself that I like, the only thing I have left is 'failed scientist' and 'tax payer until the end of the year and then unemployed'.
The only reason I'm still here is because he said he needs to think. But I am so close every day to just take the meto stat dose and go, I can't hold on anymore. I'm terrified of Advent and Christmas, I cannot do it without my family. Or the people I consider to be my family and who consider me nothing. I just want to go home to recharge, I don't even want to interact or ask anything from anyone or help anyone with anything, I just want to be tolerated to lie on the floor in the bedroom and smell the smell of home and hear the sounds of home to feel some semblance of humanity and safety.
I'm sorry for the whining, I am losing my mind with the isolation and loneliness and the eternal waiting.
I have nothing left to do anymore. I have everything I need for SN (tmi: including adult diapers, @Stan), I have written my notes, my holographic will, I have put up the signs for the EMTs, I have bought and packed the Christmas presents for him and the kids and his mom, I made him one last pair of socks that I finished today, I have made memory boxes and sorted everything. I have nothing to do anymore but wait and be here on the forum and then... die or go home. I don't know how to wait anymore.
I am losing touch with reality, I can see them, I can hear them. When I sleep I have vivid dreams of them laughing with me, going with me to the bookstore, making cake with me, being at basketball matches with me. I can feel my partners warmth and touch. And then I wake up, and all I can do is cry my eyes out for hours, sitting in bed rocking back and forth like a child, clutching the stuffed toy he brought me against my chest.
This is not life anymore, this isn't even death, this is torture.
I have tried everything to take my mind of things. While trying to clean I found a hair of his, started crying uncontrollably, put it back on the floor. I don't know if I'll ever see him again or if he'll ever come by again to shed another hair of his here. Tried to do laundry, found his dirty laundry in the basket.. It smells like him, I remember him wearing it here, I remember him taking it off, I cannot wash that. Every time I put my face oil on after shower or before going to bed I cry. I used to put the oil on him too, in the beginning he humoured me with it, then he actually stuck around and waited for me to do it, looking very happy and relaxed when I would do it. I haven't brushed my hair in 8 weeks, because he last used my hairbrush and it has his hairs in it. I have yogurts in my fridge that expired more than a month ago, 4th of October. He bought them, they will stay there until after the day I die or until he comes back and buys new ones.
I'm not saying this is healthy, but this is the naked truth. I love him and his family more than my life. I get it, it's not good to love someone that much and oneself so little, but I am not alive without him, I only survive. He made me someone I like, someone who is part of a family, someone who is loved and who is allowed to love back, someone who is supported and who is allowed to support back. I was a friend, a partner, a lover, a 'mother', a 'daughter in law', I loved every role of this. I have no part left of myself that I like, the only thing I have left is 'failed scientist' and 'tax payer until the end of the year and then unemployed'.
The only reason I'm still here is because he said he needs to think. But I am so close every day to just take the meto stat dose and go, I can't hold on anymore. I'm terrified of Advent and Christmas, I cannot do it without my family. Or the people I consider to be my family and who consider me nothing. I just want to go home to recharge, I don't even want to interact or ask anything from anyone or help anyone with anything, I just want to be tolerated to lie on the floor in the bedroom and smell the smell of home and hear the sounds of home to feel some semblance of humanity and safety.
I'm sorry for the whining, I am losing my mind with the isolation and loneliness and the eternal waiting.
I have nothing left to do anymore. I have everything I need for SN (tmi: including adult diapers, @Stan), I have written my notes, my holographic will, I have put up the signs for the EMTs, I have bought and packed the Christmas presents for him and the kids and his mom, I made him one last pair of socks that I finished today, I have made memory boxes and sorted everything. I have nothing to do anymore but wait and be here on the forum and then... die or go home. I don't know how to wait anymore.
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