I'm a 46 year old never married woman. I have a Bachelor's Degree and my major was in psychology. I did work as a social worker for those diagnosed with chronic mental illness for over 15 years. I am also artistic and make jewelry, mosaic, and other types of art. I am currently on disability for physical and mental health issues. I live with my mother. I have a sister that is very supportive, but has many of her own issues with which she does not deal. I don't really have any close friends, except through Facebook. The friend I lost was my closest friend.
About my Loss:
I recently lost a very good friend. We began a romantic relationship three years ago. We found that we had so much in common. We experienced a connection with each other very quickly and felt so comfortable together. We could talk about anything and really shared so much on the same intellectual, spiritual, political, basically just every level. Problems came up in the relationship which related to our own personal mental health issues and his substance abuse issues. In the end, the romantic relationship was not really working and had not been for a very long time. But we still loved each other very much, because of all the commonalities between us and the connection that we had. I reassured him that I would always be there for him, although I had been distancing myself somewhat due to some physical illness issues that I was having. He had been trying to work on so many issues to "make himself a better person", which, of course, I felt was for me. It was for many reasons though. I really felt that he was not getting enough help through the mental health system here. I had been trying to help him get them to do case management for him, because I had basically been doing that for him and was no longer able to. He also had problems with tension headaches had been to the ER and was having hospitalizations for those as well as his depression. With his last hospitalization, he was discharged with prescriptions for large quantities of dangerous medications. He did not tell me about the medications, because he knew that I would have gotten into an argument with him about them. Although the autopsy is not completed yet the initial determination is that he accidentally overdosed on these medications. It is not believed to be a suicide, because there were some pills left. I found him in his apartment and this is very difficult for me.
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No I am not a service provider, but as stated I do have a Bachelor's Degree with a major in psychology. I worked as a social worker serving those diagnosed with chronic mental illness for over 15 years.
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Hi! I'm sorry about the loss of your closest friend. I lost my mom on Dec 27,2012, today is one of the "bad" days, I'm crying at the moment. I also have a BA in Psychology. I would love to chat with you sometime. Please feel free to check out my page on here. Oh and I'm also on Facebook. Your loss/story is just so sad. I wish I could hug you, hang in there and I'm here to chat or email.
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