2,500 words is simply not enough to illustrate the year I’ve had this
year. Now 2,425 - but I’ll try my best. July 22, 2017 my “ordinary” day
to day life had been stirred. My partner and my brother were assaulted.
My brother sustained serious injurie...
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2,500 words is simply not enough to illustrate the year I’ve had this
year. Now 2,425 - but I’ll try my best. July 22, 2017 my “ordinary” day
to day life had been stirred. My partner and my brother were assaulted.
My brother sustained serious injuries, meanwhile my partner was left
unconscious with a brain haemorrhage. I thank luck every day they’re
still alive today. August 9, 2017, my life this time had been turned
completely upside down. My partner lost his dad suddenly without
warning. The night before, we lost our first pet together. Also without
warning. That was the day I lost my partner too, to depression, anxiety
and PTSD. It was also the day I lost myself too. Before the 22nd of
July, I was (and unfortunately still am) a sufferer of depression and
anxiety. After the 22nd July, as mentioned previously, I became a
secondhand sufferer and I don’t know if I can do it anymore. My partner
had been for a long time my only life support and now I am alone - he
isn’t “himself” anymore. He’s not the person I fell in love with. And I
get it. Mental illnesses can unshape you and change you. I’ve suffered
with trauma myself and it changed me too. I didn’t want to be alone
anymore so I contacted my therapist and am now waiting to see them in
January, but right now, I’m in a lot of pain. I am taking on not only my
world of daily struggles, but his too. What hurts the most is, he fails
to understand how this has affected me too and whenever I try to sit and
down and maturely explain how this has affected me, he says I don’t
understand what he’s been through. But I do. I really do. I’m an empty
vending machine. I’ve given all I had until I had nothing left to give
and there is no one to restock me because the only person who knew how
to, is not the person I once knew. The miracle question people often ask
is: if you could wave a magic wand and wish upon a magic star, what
would you wish for? I would wish for my life back. To make this
suffering go away for the both of us. For all of us. How do I feel right
now? Numb. Barely alive. 398 words to go and I have reread my thread
over and over again. There is so much I want to add, but the truth is,
even if I had 1,000 more words, I don’t have any left in me. I hope this
is clear enough for everyone to read and I apologise if it’s not. But
nonetheless, thank you for taking time out of your day to stop by and
allow me to vent. Helpful advice is always welcome.