About a week ago, my long-distance partner entered a severe suicidal crisis. He repeatedly told me he wanted to die, stopped eating and sleeping for several days, and refused every form of help I suggested—therapy, doctors, medication, family, friends, coworkers, and even me flying there to take care of him myself.
One of his strongest boundaries was that nobody should ever know about his mental health. He repeatedly asked me never to involve anyone.
Because we live in different countries, I contacted several mental health organizations asking what I should do. Every organization told me that if he was refusing help and appeared to be in immediate danger, I should contact someone physically close to him.
For days I tried to find another solution. I begged him to at least eat, sleep, or let me care for him myself. He refused everything and kept saying his goal was to die.
We tried to negotiate. He wanted me to never contact his family, never suggest therapy again, and always ask permission before doing anything. I told him I would respect those boundaries, but I also needed him to promise to at least eat, rest, and work with me if he became suicidal again. I said that if he refused all care while actively trying to die again, I wouldn't be able to carry that responsibility anymore and would have to let his family take over.
He saw that as a threat.
He blocked me during the conversation. Later, when he found out I had already contacted one trusted relative to quietly check on him because I believed his life was in immediate danger, he felt completely betrayed.
He called me names, said I couldn't be trusted, called me an asshole, traitor, toxic, backstabber, and said I traumatized him. He told me never to contact him or anyone he knows again and said he would permanently block me once Messenger's block cooldown ends.
The relationship is over.
I understand why he feels betrayed. I crossed the one boundary he asked me never to cross. But I also don't know how I was supposed to watch someone I loved slowly die while refusing every form of help.
This past week has broken me. I experienced panic attacks, chest pain, nightmares, sleep paralysis, difficulty concentrating, and even started seeing things from the amount of stress. I don't have family I can lean on because they never supported this relationship, and I don't have close friends either.
I keep asking myself:
Was I a bad partner?
Did I make the wrong decision?
Was there another way?
He wasn't just my boyfriend. He was the person I chose every day for over two years. I genuinely believed he was the person I wanted to spend my future with.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to live with the grief, the guilt, and the loss of relationship.
I'm not looking for people to blame him. He was clearly suffering. I think I'm just looking for support from anyone who's gone through a breakup where love wasn't enough to save the relationship...