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Ok,
Im going to try to be brave and share a little bit more about what happened to me. I was in Spain backpacking with my best friend when things got out of hand and he jumped from a building. I now find myself doing very strange things. Such as, looking out of windows and thinking 'that's a long way down'.
I'm trying very hard to share my story. But it is hard because when I start to share it I find my voice quivering and I start to cry.
I have slept on my couch in my current residence most nights because the balcony is in my bedroom. I suppose I have a problem with balconies now? If I sleep on the couch I dont have to look at a balcony. I suppose I still blame myself in some way. We argued before he jumped and I still struggle with that. Was it my fault? Did I miss a sign? Is there anything I could have done to prevent this? I genuinely don't know. Now I feel like my family has to deal with me. That they have to wear what happened that night when they had nothing at all to do with it. It's taken me almost 3 years to find a place like this where I can honestly put my hand up and admit I'm having a very hard time coping with this. I get angry and I lose friends because they think 'what's HER problem?'.
All I can really do is talk about what happened and slowly open the door and remember. I certainly don't wish to offend anybody here. I think you're all very strong people for coming forward and sharing your stories. I suppose all we can do is support each other and listen.
Thank you.
Im going to try to be brave and share a little bit more about what happened to me. I was in Spain backpacking with my best friend when things got out of hand and he jumped from a building. I now find myself doing very strange things. Such as, looking out of windows and thinking 'that's a long way down'.
I'm trying very hard to share my story. But it is hard because when I start to share it I find my voice quivering and I start to cry.
I have slept on my couch in my current residence most nights because the balcony is in my bedroom. I suppose I have a problem with balconies now? If I sleep on the couch I dont have to look at a balcony. I suppose I still blame myself in some way. We argued before he jumped and I still struggle with that. Was it my fault? Did I miss a sign? Is there anything I could have done to prevent this? I genuinely don't know. Now I feel like my family has to deal with me. That they have to wear what happened that night when they had nothing at all to do with it. It's taken me almost 3 years to find a place like this where I can honestly put my hand up and admit I'm having a very hard time coping with this. I get angry and I lose friends because they think 'what's HER problem?'.
All I can really do is talk about what happened and slowly open the door and remember. I certainly don't wish to offend anybody here. I think you're all very strong people for coming forward and sharing your stories. I suppose all we can do is support each other and listen.
Thank you.