On August 17th, 2025, i came home from work to find my wife dead on the bedroom floor. She was dealing with mental illness, but only for a short period. About 7 weeks. She deteriorated so rapidly i couldn’t keep up with caring for her. I’m 37, she was 49. We had been married for 8 years.
I feel like I’m burning alive. I function. I gym, walk my dog, eat well, I’m back at work after a month off. All i want to do is die. I have potentially decades of life ahead, the notion of living them without her is excruciating.
I want to kill myself, but i cant because knowing what it is like to find the body of my wife, i cant have my parents or sister find the body of their son or brother. I also can’t abandon my dog, he is dependent on me.
I know to not look too far ahead, just live moment to moment. But every moment is just as excruciating as the next, so it feels like im just functioning in fire.
I keep getting trapped in the flashback of finding her on the floor, how her face looked, her lifeless wrists and the sound of the screams coming out of me.
I feel like im in a prison, sentenced to burn alive for decades until those who care about me have gone so i can finally die and my family wont have to experience what im going through.
I write to her everyday in a journal. I talk to her. Nothing helps. Everything everyone says sounds annoying. “You’ll heal, you’ll recover, you’ll get through this.” Through what? She’s dead, that will never change. How will i ever be at peace with the memory of finding her? What does ‘healing’ mean? I don’t understand. How am i ever supposed to be ok with this? I don’t want to be anyone else’s husband. I have our wedding rings around my neck on a chain. I have photos everywhere and paintings Ive done of her. How could i ever bring someone else into that environment?
“Yes please, come over, by the way I’ve got photos and paintings of my late wife everywhere, look here are our wedding rings and those are her ashes on my bedside table. Oh by the way my dog has fear aggression and will attack you.”
Im in therapy and will start EMDR soon, but i just hate it all. The world is just static noise now and i resent having to be alive.