I didn't sleep good last night.
I had a nightmare that seemed to last all night long.
I dreamed S. was back, and killed himself all over again.
Somehow I knew he was in my car, and I tracked down my car, and he wasn't in it.
There was pillows in the back seat, completely soaked in blood.
In the front seat, there was a bottle of some pink liquid. Something that I knew was some kind of poison to kill yourself with.
There was a suicide note (S. didn't leave one in real life). I can't remember what it said, but I remember it was like 6 pages long, and I was really pissed it didn't say anything about me. Not even an "I love you".
In my dream, I was frantically trying to clean up the blood. I had his blood all over me. Everything was soaking wet with blood. Everything I touched was wet.
I was soaking wet with his blood.
I was trying so hard to clean it up, and hide the fact that he killed himself AGAIN.
In my dream I remember thinking how ashamed S. was of his mental problems. I didn't want to world to know about his problems, because I knew he was ashamed. I didn't want the world to know he failed.
Again.
I haven't had dreams of S. and suicide. Not that I can remember. Now I have had one two nights in a row.
Today I am angry. Angry that I have to live with someone else's decision for the rest of my life.
Angry that it will never go away.
Sure it's gotten easier.
And will continue to get easier.
But I am fucking pissed that my reality is based off someone else's decision.
Pissed that it will never, ever, go away.
I am pissed. I am back at stage 3 - Anger
I know my brain is processing a lot. Things in life are going good, moving forward, but the lingering two year anniversary is eating at me slowly. How the fuck has it only been two years?
This didn't happen in this life. This was my last life. Somehow my past life and this life have gotten twisted together.
His suffering, my 3 years of suffering, his death, wasn't in this life.
Today I will call into work, get some sleep, and work on my crafty projects I have been working on.
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