My girlfriend killed herself three days before this last Christmas. We had been together for four years. She suffered from several mental illnesses and was deep into her sickness. I cry every day. I draw her often...
Taking pictures on the beach. With some Midnight Oil lyrics I used to catch her singing (while she was loading the next bowl).
I've also been coming to terms with a lot of stuff from my childhood. And I'm pretty sure my mom is a narcissist. I'm absolutely certain my dad was. I'm finding the unhealthy patterns I learned from them littered through my brain. I'd rather not get into some of the ickier stuff.
Hope everyone who reads this takes their own thoughts seriously. And those you love. I know I couldn't have saved her. And I know it wasn't my responsibility to save her. But here I still am, without her.