I’ve been debating on reaching out on here, but I’m not really reaching out to anybody, so it’s a start.

37 days ago, I found the love of my life, best friend, boyfriend & the father of my unborn son, dead.. he took his own life by hanging. I took him down & breathed for him for almost 10 minutes until first responders got there, not that it matters, but I was 28 weeks pregnant. I lose my mind everyday & struggle to get out of bed & to eat. My obgyn put me on two antidepressants/anti anxiety medications. Some days are better than others, but in my head I’m never okay.. we weren’t fighting or anything that day. I’m so desperate at times to just see & touch him again. My family is worried about me also doing the irreversible, but I tell them I would never while our baby boy is inside of me. I just don’t know what to do with myself everyday without him..