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And there isn't a damn thing I can do. I can't make her laugh, I can't encourage her to do things, I can't even hug her and tell her that things will be alright. I fucking hate it.
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While you may not think you're able to do these things--what you can do is direct her to help; if one has given up their personal will to live, support them by sending and seeking aid from others. Don't hate yourself if things you can do seem to have no effect--moods and reasoning and association all make it seem complex to work with.
Please aid her by seeking aid. I don't know the context and I believe it is better if you used your context with her in the setting over there to get help, contact any person able to aid her that she has access to (ie School services if she's enrolled in one, or the local clinics, etc...)
Don't hurt yourself because of this.
She is seeing a therapist to deal with her emotional stuff, and I'm fucking proud of her for doing it, but god damnit...
If this therapist thing falls through, then there is not a damn thing I can do except bring her to brentwood... She needs help that I can't give her other than directing her places, and I know because of how extreme it can be, Brentwood will scare her away.
My ex just told me, without saying the exact words but everything that means it, that she's given up on life... She doesn't want to accept things will get better, she accepts that she's going to die young, she accepts she's going to feel pain until she dies, and she accepts that she won't do anything with her life because of her problems.
It's like watching someone taking their last moments in life before they die, begging for that final rest, except they still have years on their life left to live.
And there isn't a damn thing I can do. I can't make her laugh, I can't encourage her to do things, I can't even hug her and tell her that things will be alright. I fucking hate it.
This is the same thing that happened with that girl I fell head over heels for, except I know for a fact that my ex isn't lying about this (unlike that girl, who I don't know what to believe anymore with her...). I fucking want to do something, but all she wants me to do is sit around her, near her, don't talk to her, don't do anything and don't leave without her knowing... I'm getting fucked up thoughts in my head, thinking shes doing it because she doesn't want to die alone, or that she doesn't know any better and doesn't want to put the effort to do anything else. She never goes outside her room, she barely does anything but watch TV over and over, and the only times she leaves her room, she goes to work or school, and goes right back home...
I'm scared for her and I can't do a fucking thing but watch her be in pain and suffer...
Yeah, so, get help.
I don't know what you're referring to, and I hope you're not being a goof right now...
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I wish I could help you more but...Mostly, my only suggestion is, get her a gift or something. Anonymously if need be. Might snap her out of it. Possibly, chocolate. I seriously...I don't know.
I don't know either, and I brought her some brownies today to kind of help distract her, plus I gave her my favorite graphic novel about Thor to kind of make her day, but fuck... Nothing seems to make her smile anymore... Deadpool made her laugh when we saw it, but after we left, just as we went to the car, she immediately went back to feeling like shit and being down again...