Bereavement acceptance and how to relate to others
I'm bisexual. I lost my same-sex partner in the same grade to suicide in high school, and since then I've been searching for ways to get involved with others.
I was in a romantic relationship with him at the time, and we were occasionally discussing our thoughts about rare death. When I asked them their motives, they didn't answer; they just wanted to get away from life. Only he knows the truth, but he was a person with a chronic illness, weak body, and his personality was the embodiment of the word self-sacrifice. I wanted to increase the number of receptacles, and I told people around me that he was saying this kind of thing and that they would listen to him when asked. It seemed like it caught his ear, and he didn't talk to me about anything after that. The story gradually materialized in him, and he finally passed away by himself at home. The two of them talked about trying to stop him 3 days before he passed away, but they couldn't even apologize, saying that it's my fault that I told you, so please don't follow him later.
I spent my days chasing his illusions, and it's been about 2 years. I'm currently attending psychosomatic medicine, but I'm still wet my pillow.
The people who stayed next to him all walked away from me, wondering if I didn't have to be the one to heal your wounds, which was painful because it seemed like they were being replaced by him. It seems that they unknowingly hurt those people too.
It doesn't make me feel like I'm potentially harmful in any way. Actually, I think I killed one man. Better yet, I think everyone would be happier if they didn't make people who would stay next to them anymore.
However, it is impossible to live alone as soon as possible. But that doesn't mean he has that much courage, and neither he nor the world will forgive him for doing it. Especially since I'm afraid that he will die a second social death.
At the end of his day, he wrote down on SNS that he wanted to meet you 100 years from now. It's like Dream Ten Nights, but it seems like our average life expectancy is about 80 more years. There are too few of him to feed on his own.
How should I lean towards others, or how should I live alone?
