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Quando abrir os olhos eu n estarei mais aqui
- Dec 24, 2025
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I need to tell the truth about what's destroying me.I spent a long time thinking about whether to write this here, but I can't keep it to myself anymore. I live through a process that breaks me inside every day. My ex, the person I loved the most, took his own life, and I had to witness it all over a phone call, unable to do anything because I wasn't in the same city.
At first, I didn't feel the weight. After months, I was constantly crying. Then I accepted it, and when I was already giving up on living and had accepted death, I was convinced to try living again—but that made all my traumas and anguish come back, each time stronger and stronger.
Since then, my mind has collapsed. Sometimes I forget who I am. I start acting like him, talking like him... I catch myself using male pronouns in conversations because, deep down, I wanted to be him. I wanted to be in his place. I embody his ways so he doesn't disappear, to feel he still exists through me. My mind cannot accept that he died.
Night after night, I dream he's alive, only to wake up and remember that screen, that moment, the reality that he's gone. I no longer know where I end and he begins. I've noticed that sometimes I end up changing my personality trying to resemble him, so I lock myself at home and try to isolate, I don't check messages on my phone.
Can anyone understand this level of confusion, or have I already completely lost myself in this trauma?
In a few days I'll finally see a psychiatrist and psychologist, but I don't know how to explain this, and I feel more broken each day. Can anyone help me?
At first, I didn't feel the weight. After months, I was constantly crying. Then I accepted it, and when I was already giving up on living and had accepted death, I was convinced to try living again—but that made all my traumas and anguish come back, each time stronger and stronger.
Since then, my mind has collapsed. Sometimes I forget who I am. I start acting like him, talking like him... I catch myself using male pronouns in conversations because, deep down, I wanted to be him. I wanted to be in his place. I embody his ways so he doesn't disappear, to feel he still exists through me. My mind cannot accept that he died.
Night after night, I dream he's alive, only to wake up and remember that screen, that moment, the reality that he's gone. I no longer know where I end and he begins. I've noticed that sometimes I end up changing my personality trying to resemble him, so I lock myself at home and try to isolate, I don't check messages on my phone.
Can anyone understand this level of confusion, or have I already completely lost myself in this trauma?
In a few days I'll finally see a psychiatrist and psychologist, but I don't know how to explain this, and I feel more broken each day. Can anyone help me?