I recently lost my wife, soulmate and best friend to suicide . She had struggled with depression for most of her life and she hadn't had an episode for over 7 years but had a particularly tough year for various external and familial reasons, she lost her job, isolated herself from her friends, was drinking excessively and hiding it from me.
I knew she was struggling and I supported her the best that I could and I do know there is nothing more that I could have done to save her and understand this wasn't her that did this but her illness. I always thought I was enough for her and I was her world but have been left feeling like I wasn't enough for her
The day it happened was like any other day, we were happy, she waved me off to work like she did every time and our communication was totally normal. She had stopped responding to my messages at 2pm but initially didn't think much of it as it's not really out of character, it wasn't until I was on the train home that I felt in my soul something had happened.
I got home from work and found her with a bag over her head and that she had taken her own life in our bedroom, it is something I will never come back from.
We had the most amazing weekend before this happened and she told me I had really cheered her up and made things better and told me how much she loved me constantly.
We were together for 10 years and did literally everything together and never spent anytime apart - we used to joke there were not enough hours in the day to spend together - we had literally the perfect relationship. We loved all the same music, TV, movies, hobbies and I am reminded of her everywhere and always will be.
I honestly don't know how I can go on without her. I know a part of me died that day with her and I will never be the same person again. Living was with her and now I am just existing.
Everyone tells me that I have to give it time and that things will get better but I just don't know how they can, I've just lost too much. I've lived my best life with her and know it's all down hill from here as I will never get back any semblance of what I lost, so really what is the point. I am just existing for others right now in unbearable pain and I'm only 35 years old and have too much life left without her to bear. I know she would have wanted me to live (and I know in that moment she thought that my life would be better without her) and everyone tells me this, but she lost that right when she died too.
I get crippling bouts of anxiety and heartbreak over the smallest things, I can't listen to the radio anymore, I can;t watch tv/movies, we spent 10 years together and I feel her presence everywhere. I had a full on panic attack in the supermarket this morning over a tin of baked beans. I wince in pain when I am reminded of her, it physical pain on top of emotional pain like my soul is being ripped from within and it's just such a lonely place to be in, I have amazing friend and family but it's not the same. I have horrible flashbacks to the night I found her which is just so traumatising and I get really bad shakes randomly. I am just so badly damaged
I have never felt so alone and isolated. I sit on the sofa alone and reach for her hand forgetting she's gone, there is a brief moment when I wake where I forget for a second before returning to my living nightmare. I never took her for granted but I guess in a way I took all the small things I miss the most for granted and I guess in a way you take everything for granted until you no longer have it, I thought we had a lifetime together .
every day is worse than the last and I will never not have this pain, I just have to learn to live with it best I can which I am not sure I can do. All I read is how long and how hard people feel this loss and we were as close as two humans could ever be and I don't know how people do it.
I just feel so hopeless and can't live in a world without her in it