It's been 261 days since S committed suicide. Our relationship was complicated. I met S during my hospital admission and even though I knew him for 2 months during that time before he killed himself, I feel like I have known him for years. He was around during a period of time in my life when I was at my lowest and he meant everything to me. I had no one around but he was. I don't know if I can call him a friend in a normal sense but I feel he was.
It's been 261 days and I still react as if his death happened recently like few days ago. I'm stuck in dealing with his death. I get really sad and upset then start crying every time his image or name crops up in my head. I miss him terribly. I feel like I'm just waiting for him. That's all there is left. I'll keep waiting. Even though intellectually I know he's gone, he ceased to exist, he will never come back, I'm still looking for him. I talk to him like he's actually there. I'm going through a stressful time right now and I've been thinking about him even more. I wish he was around to be there for me like he was before.
During our admissions, he showed me there was hope. I wanted to kill myself but he told me he didn't want me to die. So I didn't. But he went and did it. It really hurts. He took something from me and his absence has left a big void that I can't fill. I hate him for what he did. I feel guilty about hating him. I'm such a hypocrite because I was in the same exact place he was in so I know what he must felt. But to actually experience the aftermath. It's a shock that hurts to heal.
The first anniversary is coming up in few months time and it's not getting easier. I didn't feel much months ago and rarely thought about it but now it's just hitting. And it's hitting pretty hard. I don't know what I should do. I want to move on but I feel like I'll lose what remains of him if I do. I still long for his return. I just want him back. I wish he took me with him.