I read your post days ago but couldn't bare to comment as, even though it's not me or anyone related to me, it shook me and I needed some days to process it.
I'm so deeply sorry for the gigantic loss you're experiencing. I can't fathom how that would feel like, to lose my person. Even so, your judgment is so clear and calm (at least my interpretation reading your posts) that it's remarkable.
You sound like a highly intelligent man who deeply loved his wife and she loved you back as deeply. I'm so sorry your life together was cut short like this, your wife deserved a life free of feeling suicidal, a life of love with you, her soulmate.
Whatever you decide to do, I will be wishing you the best, all the peace and love in the world. You really deserve that after such a tragic loss... I wish I had better words to express what I feel about your posts.
Thank you and truly this seems to have really touched a lot of people and I am glad that I chose to share this. I was a little sceptical of posting this at first, I had read a lot about peoples lifelong struggles with this, and felt a little hypocritical posting as my struggles are so recent and I have been lucky in life (until now at least) and had a life that a lot of people on here haven't and I know how lucky I am for this.
I guess I am in a unique position, being I've live, loved and fully understood someone who has gone through this their whole life, can offer a perspective from someone 'left behind' but also now a fellow troubled soul.
A lot of people have commented on my clarity and understanding of this and I wanted to explain that a little as I owe this completely to my wife. Yes I was born with a big brain but I had my own struggles in life, particularly around self worth and with anger. Before my wife, I never felt worth of a relationship, this is not boasting but people seem to like and gravitate towards me, people especially open up to me and I am not an unattractive man, but for some reason when I got close to anyone I would convince myself I was not worthy - this turned into anger, mostly anger at myself, until I met my wife and it was weird because all those insecurities just did not apply to her and I never ever felt that way with her.
I still had these underlying anger issues though and would just get irrationally angry over the smallest things, losing the TV remote, knocking something over would send me to a melt down and there were times I directed this at my wife in the first couple of years, my parents used to say his having a hissy fit again - in fact the first time she met my parents they asked if she had seen that, she hadn't but I spilled some peppercorn in the kitchen making dinner and then she did but found it funny then.
She had a major depressive episode in year 2 of our relationship and I was so supportive but there was one week where I snapped and got angry as I felt that for all my trying I couldn't fix her and took it personally. I slowly came to realise that I couldn't fix her but what I could do was just be there for her, that was all she needed.
Anyways once she got through her issues and was on the mend, she asked about my anger and I remember her saying how difficult that must be to live like that, and you know what it's not something I had ever really thought about, it just thought and accepted that was normal, clearly it wasn't but it was a part of me as long as I remembered I didn't know any different. She helped me see that in myself and I went to therapy myself to be a better man for her, and you know what it really helped me and I've not been that person in 7 years.
In the first week I certainly had a lot of anger and I could feel myself sliding back, the night I found her I held her body in my arms but I remember this building rage inside me, I've never raised my hand to her or ever will but I really wanted to slap her and there were definitely times I fucking hated her.
Anger is part of grieving sure it but it's not the man she would want me to be and the only way to find acceptance is to let it go - it can't change anything and I can understand why she did it, do I approve fuck no, had things gone differently this year would she be alive now, absolutely but she always had this in her and when you accept this you understand these thoughts can spiral quickly, she was wired differently, - I dont know why im sharing all this, I think in a way to credit her in her role shaping me as a person, because she was really proud of me and I guess she can't anymore -