RJforeternity
Greenlighter
I just need to anonymously rant and vent right now, although I feel much more serious.
My best friend, soul-mate, soul-twin, passed away less then 2 years ago, OD, but it feels like just yesterday. and I can't accept it. He was the closest person to me, he was a genius, and witty, but more importantly the most caring, altruistic, loving, compassionate person ever. A true angle on earth, just with a problem.....but he was my other half. The second I saw him for the first time, I knew he was the one, I was drawn to him, and he was drawn to me. Turned out we had the exact same birthday, he even said born at the same time, and I can't even begin to describe the connection we had. We could understand each other without speaking or having to explain a feeling. We liked all the same things, including the same drugs, unfortunately, and had the same problems. Our friends used to call us twin souls, and tease us about him being me as a boy and me being him as a girl. Every time he was over at my house he would follow me from room to room. He made me feel whole, like I had finally found my home and unconditional love. After our first date I even told my mom that someday I was going to marry him, and I also wanted to be apart of his family so bad. We even compared our childhood pictures and we would both make the same pout face. I just can't even describe in words how much he meant to me........I never thought it was possible to feel this way, it's complete transcendence from anything I ever knew or felt. Some I feel is so rare and precious to have found, and I am sooo thankful that I bet the best person to ever live, and to have found my other have of my soul, as we had felt.
Blah blah blah...........sorry....
anyways.....BUT he OD and passed away, and I still can not accept it. and the hardest thing about it, is that the night before he passed away he called me, but I missed it, because I was doing coke. I ALWAYS ANSWER HIS PHONE CALLS, any time day or night, but for some reason I missed this one, and the next day he was dead. and it KILLS me.
It was our birthday on May 11th. and I've been crying for days on end. How do you keep living, and live sober after something like this? I've tried everything. nothing works....
On top of this, not even a year after he passed away, my cousin and I were attacked by a stranger, violent crime, I won't get into detail...of which the psychopath got life. and this week, the week of our Bday was also the week of sentencing, where we read our victim impact statements, and the piece of shit was making faces the whole time, while I yelled at him to look at my face, and he never once looked, so I called him a coward....
Ever since my love died, then this happened.....just feels like a downward spiral into helpless nothingness. I have lost faith in humanity, and purpose for a future....
If I could OD and die too I would. But I know how badly it hurts others. But from both of these traumatic events i feel like I'm suffering so much, and have to self medicate. I've tried therapy, psychiatrists, they're all a freaking waste. seriously. The only one who has worked out a little better is my assigned victims of violent crime therapist. but it does nothing really........
anyways........this is my long rant.....probably feeling way to sorry for myself, but I'm not meaning to, it's more like a constant psychological physical grief/pain for the loss of so many things...... any advice or good vibes will be much appreciated...
My best friend, soul-mate, soul-twin, passed away less then 2 years ago, OD, but it feels like just yesterday. and I can't accept it. He was the closest person to me, he was a genius, and witty, but more importantly the most caring, altruistic, loving, compassionate person ever. A true angle on earth, just with a problem.....but he was my other half. The second I saw him for the first time, I knew he was the one, I was drawn to him, and he was drawn to me. Turned out we had the exact same birthday, he even said born at the same time, and I can't even begin to describe the connection we had. We could understand each other without speaking or having to explain a feeling. We liked all the same things, including the same drugs, unfortunately, and had the same problems. Our friends used to call us twin souls, and tease us about him being me as a boy and me being him as a girl. Every time he was over at my house he would follow me from room to room. He made me feel whole, like I had finally found my home and unconditional love. After our first date I even told my mom that someday I was going to marry him, and I also wanted to be apart of his family so bad. We even compared our childhood pictures and we would both make the same pout face. I just can't even describe in words how much he meant to me........I never thought it was possible to feel this way, it's complete transcendence from anything I ever knew or felt. Some I feel is so rare and precious to have found, and I am sooo thankful that I bet the best person to ever live, and to have found my other have of my soul, as we had felt.
Blah blah blah...........sorry....
anyways.....BUT he OD and passed away, and I still can not accept it. and the hardest thing about it, is that the night before he passed away he called me, but I missed it, because I was doing coke. I ALWAYS ANSWER HIS PHONE CALLS, any time day or night, but for some reason I missed this one, and the next day he was dead. and it KILLS me.
It was our birthday on May 11th. and I've been crying for days on end. How do you keep living, and live sober after something like this? I've tried everything. nothing works....
On top of this, not even a year after he passed away, my cousin and I were attacked by a stranger, violent crime, I won't get into detail...of which the psychopath got life. and this week, the week of our Bday was also the week of sentencing, where we read our victim impact statements, and the piece of shit was making faces the whole time, while I yelled at him to look at my face, and he never once looked, so I called him a coward....
Ever since my love died, then this happened.....just feels like a downward spiral into helpless nothingness. I have lost faith in humanity, and purpose for a future....
If I could OD and die too I would. But I know how badly it hurts others. But from both of these traumatic events i feel like I'm suffering so much, and have to self medicate. I've tried therapy, psychiatrists, they're all a freaking waste. seriously. The only one who has worked out a little better is my assigned victims of violent crime therapist. but it does nothing really........
anyways........this is my long rant.....probably feeling way to sorry for myself, but I'm not meaning to, it's more like a constant psychological physical grief/pain for the loss of so many things...... any advice or good vibes will be much appreciated...

