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NorthernMonkey
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- Apr 6, 2023
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I thought my life was shit. I wanted out. My husband of 24 years was suffering with severe depression. I supported him through it for over 2 years and it was so hard. He was self harming, suicidal, and drinking heavily. We both had issues with other substances. Friends and even family told me to leave him but I would never think of it. On January 2nd I went into hospital, exhausted, I had lost so much weight through stress and I had pneumonia. My husband was constantly texting me and calling me to see how I was. Then it stopped. I asked a friend to check on him and she found him dead. I still don't know what happened. It wasn't suicide, he just died. To say I am destroyed is an understatement. The aftermath is horrendous. So many people are affected. He would of never imagined how loved he was by so many people. None of us can, we think nobody cares but it isn't true. I still want to end my life but before it was to escape my situation and now it is to join the love of my life. We were young once, we travelled the world, we had so much fun. But life chews you up and spits you out. He died 3rd Jan, the funeral is on 31st. I have found comfort here at times and hope I can now. Sorry for the long post.