Suicidal from love
Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 9:49 pm
I have been deeply in love with my best friend for at least 6 years. A few weeks ago she got engaged. Since then I have been suffering through the most severe depressive episode of my life. My stomach hurts, my appetite is gone, I feel weak, my mind is hazy. I have no motivation. As a recent law school graduate, I will be unable to practice law in this condition, adding a further layer of difficulty on to the whole situation.
My best friend knows of my feelings towards her and that I'm suicidal. She's understanding and supportive despite the circumstances. She said that she would never abandon me, no matter the cost to her. I told her when I was in crisis at the recommendation of a counselor.
I've tried to move on for many years. I've dated many people and tried to form emotional connections with them. Until yesterday, I was in a 2.5 year long relationship. I've never been able to form those emotional connections that I need, and I'm afraid that as long as I have these feelings I never will. Each second of every day I can feel the dread of an eternity without reciprocated genuine love.
I've begun therapy and am taking medication, but I'm afraid that won't be enough. My feelings for her are so real that I'm not sure if I can ever move beyond them. Even as I write this, I feel as though I'm deriving the spirit that I have left in me from what I feel for her. I know I can never be with her and my feelings are literally killing me, but in a strange way I can feel my own dignity and goodness through what I feel for her.
She cares about me, and I made a promise to her that I would seek help if I were ever in a crisis again. I don't want to die, I really don't, but I can't live with this pain forever. When I think about never waking up next to her or never being able to express my love through physical intimacy, the world around me starts to feel unreal. It just all seems so pointless.
Whenever I feel I'm close to ending my life, I can see her face hearing after hearing that I'm dead. I can see her at my funeral in so much pain, blaming herself that I'm gone. I can see her trying to speak about happy times we had together while she shakes. I see her at her wedding, the happiest day of her life, with a small amount of sorrow in her heart because I'm not there. I can't do that to her.
But at the same time, I can't keep going like this. It feels like each day I'm treading water in the middle of the ocean: I can keep going for a while, but without some real hope of rescue my body will give out eventually.
And that's just a regular day. Sometimes I think about the wedding. I was the first person other than her family that she told about the engagement, and I was invited. Not going to her wedding would be an absolute, unforgivable betrayal. But at the same time, I'm afraid that I'll have a mental breakdown at the wedding, and I couldn't live with myself after that.
I don't know what to do about any of this. I'm hanging on to everything by a thread, but I'm getting weaker by the day. Please help me.
My best friend knows of my feelings towards her and that I'm suicidal. She's understanding and supportive despite the circumstances. She said that she would never abandon me, no matter the cost to her. I told her when I was in crisis at the recommendation of a counselor.
I've tried to move on for many years. I've dated many people and tried to form emotional connections with them. Until yesterday, I was in a 2.5 year long relationship. I've never been able to form those emotional connections that I need, and I'm afraid that as long as I have these feelings I never will. Each second of every day I can feel the dread of an eternity without reciprocated genuine love.
I've begun therapy and am taking medication, but I'm afraid that won't be enough. My feelings for her are so real that I'm not sure if I can ever move beyond them. Even as I write this, I feel as though I'm deriving the spirit that I have left in me from what I feel for her. I know I can never be with her and my feelings are literally killing me, but in a strange way I can feel my own dignity and goodness through what I feel for her.
She cares about me, and I made a promise to her that I would seek help if I were ever in a crisis again. I don't want to die, I really don't, but I can't live with this pain forever. When I think about never waking up next to her or never being able to express my love through physical intimacy, the world around me starts to feel unreal. It just all seems so pointless.
Whenever I feel I'm close to ending my life, I can see her face hearing after hearing that I'm dead. I can see her at my funeral in so much pain, blaming herself that I'm gone. I can see her trying to speak about happy times we had together while she shakes. I see her at her wedding, the happiest day of her life, with a small amount of sorrow in her heart because I'm not there. I can't do that to her.
But at the same time, I can't keep going like this. It feels like each day I'm treading water in the middle of the ocean: I can keep going for a while, but without some real hope of rescue my body will give out eventually.
And that's just a regular day. Sometimes I think about the wedding. I was the first person other than her family that she told about the engagement, and I was invited. Not going to her wedding would be an absolute, unforgivable betrayal. But at the same time, I'm afraid that I'll have a mental breakdown at the wedding, and I couldn't live with myself after that.
I don't know what to do about any of this. I'm hanging on to everything by a thread, but I'm getting weaker by the day. Please help me.