For starters, hello. I've read stories here, I've given advice, but I haven't written before. I have some things I want to share. I live in not much city, if it matters, I'm 27. I lived with my father, aunt and grandmother. My mother left my dad when I was 3. And since then not a word, not a bone from her. I don't know anything about her, where she is alive, etc. When I was 10, I lived with a woman. He was happy and she always treated me well, took care of me, helped me with homework and what not. She was my mother in the true sense of the word. I was glad that my father was happy, and I was by his side. Like I said, I lived with my grandmother and aunt. In a two-storey house. Grandma and aunt downstairs and me with dad and mom (as I called her already) upstairs. Everything began to line up little by little. And suddenly everything changed. When I was 17 my mother died. Injured in an accident with a minor driver. From then on, Dad shut himself in and cursed the day he was born. It worked, but I could see it wasn't good. We talked about many other things. I got him out of this state, and he got me out. I remember the summer when I enrolled in university. I got home and told Dad. He hugged me with the words: “You are my pride and happiness, son, I will remember this day forever. "An unforgettable day ... A few days later he had a heart attack at work. I was on my way and my aunt called to tell me. I don't remember how I got home. I fell into a serious condition, apparently my aunt and grandmother were not well. I gathered strength. My aunt fell ill a few years later and she left. She was unmarried and had no children. I survived and I stayed with my grandmother, I traveled 3 times during the week so as not to leave her alone, I worked to support myself and followed. I met a girl when I thought there was no happiness for me. We were boyfriends for 1 year, we lived together in my hometown and we signed. We both worked. We started thinking about a child, after a miscarriage and a lot of grief, after 2 years she got pregnant again. We would have a boy to name after my father - Preslav. My wife died during a premature birth 1 year ago. The little one survived only a few days and he left. I've been at the bottom ever since. As long as my grandmother is alive, she takes care of me as a small child. I get up, go to work and home. Nothing else. I don't talk to anyone, I don't communicate with my friends. It may sound funny and pathetic, but I cry often. I would like you to give me purely human advice. Should I go to a psychiatrist, Grandma says to help me. But I don't think the pills he will eventually prescribe will help. I do not know. I read a lot of loss stories here and that's how I get sick. You are not alone, we all bear the losses. Be strong, which I am not. Thank you for listening to me.
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I hope your story is true, you have experienced so much grief and loss of your closest people that ... I have no words. Be strong and healthy, I wish you, once you have gone through this, nothing will stop you in the future. Hopefully from now on everything will be fine for you and the sun will rise for you. Hold on!