I woke up next to the love of my life dead in bed with me at the age of 43. No health conditions that we knew of.
I'm truly sorry for your loss, there really are no words that can even begin to make it better. What happened is just terrible and the pain you must be in, unbearable.
Previous to them dying I have never had any mental illness. I can't say I was always the happiest but never had suicidal thoughts and at worst, short depression I couldn't pull myself out of. I am now a broken human
Same here, just it wasn't death, although it feels like it was. It also wasn't a breakup and it's not one sided love. It's an impossible situation we are in, and it's hard to hold onto hope or anything for that matter, as everything feels unreal, like it shouldn't have happened. I'm thankful that he is still alive, but our physical separation and ripple effects thereof has simply been too much for me.
Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it. I can't grieve, because it's not over, but at the same time I'm grieving every lost moment. I guess I'll be in this dark pit of limbo until either my mind gives, or we can find a way forward.
I believe there is only one soulmate for us, and we will know this when we found them. I think this is what really gets to me too, is that one of us may pass without us being together.
Best of luck to you too, you are in my thoughts.