My FP broke up with me and I can’t find the will to live. I love him so much and I genuinely need him in my life to live. I fucked it up. I thought I was healthily communicating my recent emotions of suicidal ideations, but instead I was pushing him without realising and then when I saw and understood he wasn’t pushing back I asked if he wanted to break up, thinking he would say no and be reassuring to me… he said yes and now I can barely leave my room without breaking down. It’s physical pain