- Dec 17, 2015
- 577
- Tinnitus Since
- December 2nd, 2015
- Cause of Tinnitus
- Acoustic trauma (loud concert for 1h)
My sister committed suicide two days ago. She jumped from the bedroom window, my parents found her right after when a friend of hers called after seeing worrying messages.
She was 21. They tried for almost an hour, her heart would not be able to cope with her injuries. Her brain was probably damaged too. They let her go.
I thought tinnitus was my curse in life. I never thought she'd leave us. This is the single, worst pain I have ever felt. I have had depression myself and remember how it hurted inside. This is worse. Much worse. The disbelief, the pain, the guilt.
I saw her online today. My mom was probably on her computer. But I clicked on her chat bubble, in a second I remember she wasn't there. I had said goodbye to her at the hospital. I saw her, her being so still and.. gone. The memory of her there haunts me every moment I close my eyes. I can't even imagine my parents who found her. Is it messed up to feel glad not having to seen her broken body on the street?
Everything is pointless. Things I used to worry or care about. All is trivial. How did I care about that at all? Why didn't I care about my sister more? How can I ever find joy? How can I ever move on? The world moves forward but I am stuck in time. I am preparing her funeral. Still can't believe she is gone. Seeing videos of her breaks my heart. I just want to reach out and live in that moment where she still exist.
I'm dying inside. The pain is suffocating.
She was 21. They tried for almost an hour, her heart would not be able to cope with her injuries. Her brain was probably damaged too. They let her go.
I thought tinnitus was my curse in life. I never thought she'd leave us. This is the single, worst pain I have ever felt. I have had depression myself and remember how it hurted inside. This is worse. Much worse. The disbelief, the pain, the guilt.
I saw her online today. My mom was probably on her computer. But I clicked on her chat bubble, in a second I remember she wasn't there. I had said goodbye to her at the hospital. I saw her, her being so still and.. gone. The memory of her there haunts me every moment I close my eyes. I can't even imagine my parents who found her. Is it messed up to feel glad not having to seen her broken body on the street?
Everything is pointless. Things I used to worry or care about. All is trivial. How did I care about that at all? Why didn't I care about my sister more? How can I ever find joy? How can I ever move on? The world moves forward but I am stuck in time. I am preparing her funeral. Still can't believe she is gone. Seeing videos of her breaks my heart. I just want to reach out and live in that moment where she still exist.
I'm dying inside. The pain is suffocating.