Sorry for my english, it is not my first language, could not find a good forum about this issue in my own language.
I lost my grandmother 3 weeks ago, she commited suicide, she jumped from the window of my mother's appartment. She was living with my mother for 2 years because since she survived from her breast cancer, she started to loose her mind and saying things that didn't make sense. She was paranoid, depressed, had high anxiety, thought about death and such..
I came back to my country to visit my family for christmas holiday and this suicide happened when I was there.
She jumped from the ‘’inside'' side of the building, don't know how to say the right word in english. It was at night, when we came back home from an event, we called her name and of course, there was no answer. The window from our living room was open, a window opened during winter... My uncle asked to my mother an electric torch because he believes he is seeing a thing down there. When he turned it on, it was my grandmother down there.
I was behind them, they were both looking down the window. I didn't see my grandma from this angle. The first floor of the building belongs to a charity cause and it was late so no one was there to open the door and so we could not access by there.
I felt restless for something like 5 seconds but I quickly decided to go jump from my window to go to see her. She jumped from the first floor, not high but high enough for a woman of her age. When I arrived downstairs, I saw her, swimming in her blood, dead. I knew she was dead, my uncle was screaming ''is she breathing ?'' I got angry and responded loudly ''wait, let me check'' even tho I knew she was already dead, there was so much blood. From there I started crying and kissed her and caressed her hair.. What else could I do ? She was my lovely grandmother. I could not believe it.
My uncle and my mother were devastated, their own mother just committed suicide, you can imagine.. It was horrible, hard to express how I felt, I felt so numb inside but I said to myself ''stay strong'', I answered police questions, hold my mother and my uncle tight, hold them tight like I never did before.
I went through different stage after that, crying a lot for 3 days, then starting philosophizing about life during 2-3 weeks, saying beautiful things about my grandmother. I felt at peace with my feelings and the world around even tho I felt a lot of pain. I kept repeating to myself ''be strong for your family, be there for them, share your memories''. I had horror images in my mind but tried to kept my mind busy as much as I could, trying to avoid it. I felt like I grew up from this experience and somehow became a better and a more loving person.
But things have changed for the last 3 days since I came back to the country where I’m studying, since I'm far from my family.
I'm scared to death, I'm scared like a child who saw a horror movie and can't sleep alone at night. I feel like my life is threatened. What scares me the most is not to die but is that I don’t care to die, I don't mind anymore if it comes to me but In the meantime I'm stressed and feel fear to have such strange feelings and of course I’m also afraid to die. I know it’s very paradoxal what I’m experiencing but that’s how I feel.
I feel so detached from the world and the people around me but in the meantime I'm more sociable when I go out, I talk to people like I never did before. I look fearless outside but I'm in fact scared to death inside me. I feel like I'm at war and anything can happen at anytime even tho I'm currently in my room and it's quiet and peaceful.
Last night was probably one of the most traumatic night of my life. As I was falling asleep, I woke up and had false awakening repeatedly with the vision of my grandmother dead, her jumping from the window, I imagined myself preventing her to fall, had vision of the letter she wrote for us before she committed suicide, in other words, some kind of flashback. T
he night was short. Slept from midnight to 6, I usually sleep a lot but not today , not yesteday and the day before that. I had also the worst series of nightmares, all my family passed away in my nightmares, I woke up probably 20 times in some sort of panic state.
Now i'm writting this message, I feel like something can happen to me, I feel like I can die at any moment, I feel like something can appear from behind my back and take my life, I'm ready for it but the ''rational'' side of my brain knows nothing like this is ever going happen but I keep looking over my shoulder..
What the hell is this ?
I wanna get out of this nightmare.
Thanks for reading... It's long, sorry for that but somehow it kept my mind a bit busy as I was writing this and somehow feel a bit lighter.
I lost my grandmother 3 weeks ago, she commited suicide, she jumped from the window of my mother's appartment. She was living with my mother for 2 years because since she survived from her breast cancer, she started to loose her mind and saying things that didn't make sense. She was paranoid, depressed, had high anxiety, thought about death and such..
I came back to my country to visit my family for christmas holiday and this suicide happened when I was there.
She jumped from the ‘’inside'' side of the building, don't know how to say the right word in english. It was at night, when we came back home from an event, we called her name and of course, there was no answer. The window from our living room was open, a window opened during winter... My uncle asked to my mother an electric torch because he believes he is seeing a thing down there. When he turned it on, it was my grandmother down there.
I was behind them, they were both looking down the window. I didn't see my grandma from this angle. The first floor of the building belongs to a charity cause and it was late so no one was there to open the door and so we could not access by there.
I felt restless for something like 5 seconds but I quickly decided to go jump from my window to go to see her. She jumped from the first floor, not high but high enough for a woman of her age. When I arrived downstairs, I saw her, swimming in her blood, dead. I knew she was dead, my uncle was screaming ''is she breathing ?'' I got angry and responded loudly ''wait, let me check'' even tho I knew she was already dead, there was so much blood. From there I started crying and kissed her and caressed her hair.. What else could I do ? She was my lovely grandmother. I could not believe it.
My uncle and my mother were devastated, their own mother just committed suicide, you can imagine.. It was horrible, hard to express how I felt, I felt so numb inside but I said to myself ''stay strong'', I answered police questions, hold my mother and my uncle tight, hold them tight like I never did before.
I went through different stage after that, crying a lot for 3 days, then starting philosophizing about life during 2-3 weeks, saying beautiful things about my grandmother. I felt at peace with my feelings and the world around even tho I felt a lot of pain. I kept repeating to myself ''be strong for your family, be there for them, share your memories''. I had horror images in my mind but tried to kept my mind busy as much as I could, trying to avoid it. I felt like I grew up from this experience and somehow became a better and a more loving person.
But things have changed for the last 3 days since I came back to the country where I’m studying, since I'm far from my family.
I'm scared to death, I'm scared like a child who saw a horror movie and can't sleep alone at night. I feel like my life is threatened. What scares me the most is not to die but is that I don’t care to die, I don't mind anymore if it comes to me but In the meantime I'm stressed and feel fear to have such strange feelings and of course I’m also afraid to die. I know it’s very paradoxal what I’m experiencing but that’s how I feel.
I feel so detached from the world and the people around me but in the meantime I'm more sociable when I go out, I talk to people like I never did before. I look fearless outside but I'm in fact scared to death inside me. I feel like I'm at war and anything can happen at anytime even tho I'm currently in my room and it's quiet and peaceful.
Last night was probably one of the most traumatic night of my life. As I was falling asleep, I woke up and had false awakening repeatedly with the vision of my grandmother dead, her jumping from the window, I imagined myself preventing her to fall, had vision of the letter she wrote for us before she committed suicide, in other words, some kind of flashback. T
he night was short. Slept from midnight to 6, I usually sleep a lot but not today , not yesteday and the day before that. I had also the worst series of nightmares, all my family passed away in my nightmares, I woke up probably 20 times in some sort of panic state.
Now i'm writting this message, I feel like something can happen to me, I feel like I can die at any moment, I feel like something can appear from behind my back and take my life, I'm ready for it but the ''rational'' side of my brain knows nothing like this is ever going happen but I keep looking over my shoulder..
What the hell is this ?
I wanna get out of this nightmare.
Thanks for reading... It's long, sorry for that but somehow it kept my mind a bit busy as I was writing this and somehow feel a bit lighter.