Anyone, help me please
I just want to let this out and somehow find some relief (if there's any) for all the years I've spent exhausted, fighting my fiancée's anxiety, depression, and overall mental health issues. I'll try my best to give the important details on how things wrapped up for our 5+ year relationship.
To cut a long story short, she got bullied at work on a daily basis. People gossiping about her, making dirty jokes using her name, stuff like that. Until one day it got into her head, started to creep in, and completely took over her life. The bullying went on for 4 years and I had no idea because she seemed completely normal, until a friend of the bullies actually confessed to me about what was happening. I'll skip the other parts of the story, but I completely lost it at the office when I found out (we worked in the same office). But HR was bullshit, they did absolutely nothing. I went to the police station to file a blotter and was looking to file a case for unjust vexation because it had a severe effect on my fiancée. Her boss even told me that sometimes they'd see her just talking to herself in front of her monitor, and NO ONE EVEN BOTHERED to tell me! Not until I investigated it myself after that confession. Fucking fake friends.
So in the end, we forced her to resign, which she eventually did. I thought that would be the end of the problem, but it turned out it was only the beginning.
She's been on a remote job since she resigned. Zero problems with money or anything else so no other cause of stress, except that she kept mentally going back to what happened inside that office.
One time, I celebrated my birthday and invited a lot of people. The day went by normally and ended on a happy note (or so I thought). On that very day, she had her first severe outburst. We were driving, looking for a resto for dinner because some of my cousins and friends (who were with us in the car) wanted to eat again. We were all shocked by what she did. She was sitting in the front passenger seat, and she suddenly turned to the people in the back and shouted something like, "You're all like that! It's more important for you to believe the gossip! *curse*!"
Bro. WE ALL FROZE. It was dead silent while she sobbed like a child.
I asked everyone to get out of the car and the two of us went home. In the parking lot, I was so confused. I asked her, "What was that? Why did you scream at them?" That's when I discovered something was deeply wrong with her perception because of the severe trauma. She told me that during the drive to my birthday venue, everyone we passed, from the buses, was talking about her. Calling her names and using nasty words against her. I didn't know how to react, and my biggest mistake was getting angry out of sheer confusion at the time. It was my birthday and I had no idea what was going on. It was just question after question, and I don't even remember how that conversation ended that night.
After that night, I looked up a bunch of articles to learn how to deal with it and how to help her. I was pretty confident since I have a pre-med background. I even asked my classmates who are now doctors. They said it was an obvious case of paranoia.
I tried to convince her to get checked (which turned out to be the wrong first move, and I realized it too late). I told her family about what I discovered, but guess what? Her family told me she acts completely normal at home, and that she only gets like that when she's with me. I ended up being the one told not to cause her stress. But what they didn't know was that my fiancée would always confide in me, saying she felt there were cameras installed in their light bulbs and in every corner of their house. It was the same with my room, which is why whenever we were together, she always wanted us under the blanket, or no one was allowed to take their clothes off in my room, even if we were just changing. Just imagine how that affected our intimacy, too. It reached a point where if kids were playing outside her house, which is naturally noisy, right? She felt they were doing it on purpose to annoy her. And if someone cursed outside, she would curse back because she assumed it was directed at her. Even the usual neighborhood gossips, she felt she was the topic of their conversations. There were even instances where she felt her phone and their internet were hacked, and that all our conversations were being leaked and laughed at. She bought a Starlink to replace their ISP, bought a new laptop, a new phone, spent money on antiviruses, consulted with IT professionals, etc. But still, nothing changed about how she felt towards her surroundings. And all this went on for years.
Until one day, her sibling's live-in partner moved into their house. She claimed the partner was a conspirator of her former officemates and was influencing her sibling to hate her too. She always told me these things, but of course, I didn't validate it, nor did I shoot it down, because neither would help. But to be honest, I can't even remember what I told her because I genuinely had no idea how to handle it. This was when she started blaming people, right after her claims about the internet hacking fell apart. The worst experience for her was when she confronted everyone in their house about the live-in partner being a conspirator, and they straight-up told her it wasn't true, that it was just in her head. Which I guess made things worse. Just a massive facepalm.
But she said that was okay, manageable, so to speak. She said she was fine and had adjusted to it, that the world could judge her as long as we were okay and I wasn't siding with them. So of course, I reassured her that if anyone dared badmouth her in front of me, I'd smack them right away. I thought that worked until recently, she started doubting me, too.
She started connecting every little thing back to that trauma. She'd say it was exactly what the people at her office used to do annoy her and gang up on her. She said she couldn't explain it, but she was 100% sure someone was talking to me, directly or indirectly, until I agreed to join them in tormenting her. Something as simple as me accidentally stepping on her foot she'd say I did it on purpose. Brushing against her glass of water, done on purpose. All of this drove me insane. I literally thought, "Damn, this is endless," because she had absolutely no trust in me anymore. We had a series of calm talks, fights, and even shouting matches. Until one day, I just got really tired. I couldn't take it anymore. Four years have passed since that day, that birthday celebration, and we are still here and she hasn't moved on.
I told her, if you really can't trust me anymore, and based on everything you're saying you're 100% sure I'm the enemy just give the ring back. Because I am exhausted. I also said a lot of things in that same conversation to reassure her: that I'm not her enemy, that I would never wish her harm, etc. But still, she left the ring on my workstation.
Until now, I haven't touched the ring. I've just been crying nonstop. I don't know what to do. Almost a decade of being together, and it's all gone because of these bullies and traumas. I want to hurt them badly. The people who caused all of this. But it won't help. All I want is to save her from drowning, but she refuses to be saved. And I'm dying inside.
P.S. Sorry, I'm not good at telling stories. I'm an introvert myself. But as you can see, I am struggling so much. To anyone who has been in a similar situation, please help me recover from this. Or maybe there's still a way to save our relationship. I need help. And she needs help more than anyone else.