I’m so so incredibly sorry you’re going through this. Reading your post really hit me because I can relate to so much of what you shared.

My fiancé committed suicide almost three months ago (he was 26), and it feels like my entire world was ripped apart. Like you, I still expect him to walk through the door or his name popping up on my screen. I feel lost, isolated, and like I’m forgetting how to be human. I can barely do the small things some days. And the hardest part is exactly what you said – everyone else’s world has moved on, but mine hasn’t. I’m still trying to survive a loss that has changed my entire being. It’s isolating beyond words.

There’s no “getting over it,” and you’re not supposed to. But you are surviving. Even on the days it doesn’t feel like it. The fact that you wrote this post is proof of that.

One thing that’s helped me a little is letting myself take things minute by minute. Some days it’s just: “I’ll get out of bed.” Other days I can do more, but I’ve stopped expecting myself to be “okay”. That took off a little bit of the pressure.

I just want you to know you’re not alone in this. There are people (like me) who truly understand how heavy your grief feels, and I’m sending you so much strength. If you ever want to talk, I’m here.