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AlexIsTheBigDepress
Your time is tick tick ticking away
- May 22, 2024
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A while back, the closest person in my life, whom I'd sat awake with a full night talking them out of their suicidal state, who I'd comforted and talked with for countless hours, who I'd shared my trauma, my hope, everything with, left.
I was told that there were more important things in their life than me, but that they hoped we could talk again. Then they left. This happened while I was already in a pit mentally, and obviously didn't help. I understand that I am really not important, I just wish our friendship meant more to them, and that they'd have waited until I wasn't already a mess, but oh well.
Every time I go a place that I shared with them I remember and it hurts, I'll find myself borderline to disassociation, sometimes while hiking or walking, other times I'll snap myself out of it while driving.
My Christmas was spent thinking about them, my birthday was spent hoping they'd choose to message, even if just to say hi before they left again.
My question to anyone who understands any of this, does it get easier? Does that ache of loss go away? This happened last December, and it still hurts.
I was told that there were more important things in their life than me, but that they hoped we could talk again. Then they left. This happened while I was already in a pit mentally, and obviously didn't help. I understand that I am really not important, I just wish our friendship meant more to them, and that they'd have waited until I wasn't already a mess, but oh well.
Every time I go a place that I shared with them I remember and it hurts, I'll find myself borderline to disassociation, sometimes while hiking or walking, other times I'll snap myself out of it while driving.
My Christmas was spent thinking about them, my birthday was spent hoping they'd choose to message, even if just to say hi before they left again.
My question to anyone who understands any of this, does it get easier? Does that ache of loss go away? This happened last December, and it still hurts.
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