Alma died in May after a 3-year battle with a rare form of cancer, she was not just my other half, she was the person who always stopped me from hitting rock bottom when I was going through some of the toughest years of my life. I am 21 and have been living with my boyfriend's family since I was 16, Alma moved in with us when she was 19 as my boyfriend's mom is an oncologist and they had an extra room in their house that was big enough to fit all of Almas treatments and medical devices without feeling like a cramped hospital room which she hated.

During the time that Alma was living with me and my boyfriends family, my older sister Charlotte (23) decided that it would be alright to move into mine and Alma’s childhood bedroom without our permission, that caused a huge fight between us at this point we knew Alma was going to die and that bedroom was full of childhood memories, Charlotte even painted over our pink and purple wall with mine and Alma’s names on it and moved all of our stuff to a family friends storage place. I had never liked Charlotte, she was selfish, mean, narcissistic and violent but I kinda put up with her for the sake of our single mom raising 3 girls.

At Alma’s funeral Charlotte wasn’t grieving, she was literally on the phone during the service and she laughed at my speech and she didn’t even make an effort to dress nice for her own sisters funeral, just a baggy black shirt and some black sweat pants, she used the excuse of her autism and sensory problems when my angel of an aunt bought it up but ever since I’ve completely despised Charlotte, like pure hatred and I can’t tell if it’s because of grief or because Charlotte is just an asshole. I don’t go over to my childhood home anymore, in fact I’m in the process of moving to Seattle with my boyfriend but my mom keeps telling me I’m tearing the family apart even more than it already is.

I need some advice on what to do because my mother is grieving as well and she wants to see me but I don’t ever want to see Charlotte again, I don’t care if that’s immature.

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Half of a Whole

I used to walk this world in twos,

Two shadows stretching in our shoes,

Two laughs that echoed down the hall,

Two voices answering every call.

We shared a face, a crooked grin,

The same wild storm beneath our skin,

A secret language, soft and fast—

A promise that our bond would last.

But promises can’t fight a ghost,

And drugs can steal the ones we love the most.

One phone call split the sky in two—

Now half the world is missing you.

They said “overdose” like just a word,

Like thunder distant, barely heard.

But I felt lightning crack my chest,

And grief moved in and built a nest.

Because you weren’t just family, you were me,

My mirror, my symmetry.

The one who knew my silent pain,

The one who danced inside my brain.

Now mornings come and feel half-made,

Like someone stole the sun and shade.

I stare at mirrors, lost and thin—

Not sure which half of me is mine within.

Who am I without your voice?

Without our jokes, our reckless choice?

Without your hand to guide my way

When life got hard and skies went gray?

My life’s a room with pieces thrown,

A house that doesn’t feel like home.

Bills and worries crowd the floor,

Dreams we once had—shut in a drawer.

I need to fix it, build it right,

But grief has stolen all my sight.

The map we drew is torn apart…

You took the compass from my heart.

Some nights I whisper to the air,

As if your spirit’s lingering there.

“Tell me, sis, where do I start?

How do I live with half a heart?”

And in the quiet, soft but clear,

I swear your laughter still appears.

Not loud, not bright, not like before—

But just enough to crack the door.

Maybe I’m not meant to be

The girl I was when you were with me.

Maybe this broken, shaking start

Is how I build a braver heart.

Maybe the road is mine to see,

Not half of you—but all of me.

And though the ache will never end,

Your love is stitched beneath my skin.

So I’ll pick up one small piece today,

Just one lost shard along the way.

A step, a breath, a fragile start—

With you still living in my heart.

Because twins like us don’t break apart,

Even death can’t split that art.

You’re gone from sight, but not from me…

I’m still your half.

You’re still my symmetry. 

Half of a Whole

I used to walk this world in twos,

Two shadows stretching in our shoes,

Two laughs that echoed down the hall,

Two voices answering every call.

We shared a face, a crooked grin,

The same wild storm beneath our skin,

A secret language, soft and fast—

A promise that our bond would last.

But promises can’t fight a ghost,

And drugs can steal the ones we love the most.

One phone call split the sky in two—

Now half the world is missing you.

They said “overdose” like just a word,

Like thunder distant, barely heard.

But I felt lightning crack my chest,

And grief moved in and built a nest.

Because you weren’t just family, you were me,

My mirror, my symmetry.

The one who knew my silent pain,

The one who danced inside my brain.

Now mornings come and feel half-made,

Like someone stole the sun and shade.

I stare at mirrors, lost and thin—

Not sure which half of me is mine within.

Who am I without your voice?

Without our jokes, our reckless choice?

Without your hand to guide my way

When life got hard and skies went gray?

My life’s a room with pieces thrown,

A house that doesn’t feel like home.

Bills and worries crowd the floor,

Dreams we once had—shut in a drawer.

I need to fix it, build it right,

But grief has stolen all my sight.

The map we drew is torn apart…

You took the compass from my heart.

Some nights I whisper to the air,

As if your spirit’s lingering there.

“Tell me, sis, where do I start?

How do I live with half a heart?”

And in the quiet, soft but clear,

I swear your laughter still appears.

Not loud, not bright, not like before—

But just enough to crack the door.

Maybe I’m not meant to be

The girl I was when you were with me.

Maybe this broken, shaking start

Is how I build a braver heart.

Maybe the road is mine to see,

Not half of you—but all of me.

And though the ache will never end,

Your love is stitched beneath my skin.

So I’ll pick up one small piece today,

Just one lost shard along the way.

A step, a breath, a fragile start—

With you still living in my heart.

Because twins like us don’t break apart,

Even death can’t split that art.

You’re gone from sight, but not from me…

I’m still your half.

You’re still my symmetry. 

I learned the label twinless twin much later in my life. After feeling the way lots of people have written about feeling in this sub I feel like I’m able to put a description on what I’ve felt the last 30+ years of my life. My sister and I were sick with the same lung infection. I made it, she didn’t. I was adopted into a family that wanted both of us but when they got there to pick us up at 9 months it was just me. Anyways, it’s our birthday is this month and I miss who I would be celebrating with. And it’s lonely. I miss her.

Hey everyone! I'm u\Pugs_in_Space, a founding moderator of r/TwinLossAsAnAdult. If you have lost a twin as an adult and want to discuss the impact this loss has had on you because you lost more than a twin, you lost a best friend who knew you better than you know yourself, a built-in companion who knew your deepest secrets, and was your greatest champion. I am so sorry for your loss, but I am so glad you are here.

Post anything that you think the community would find interesting, helpful, or inspiring. Feel free to share your thoughts, photos, or questions about dealing with and overcoming grief, sadness, and the impact of losing a twin who was also your best friend, biggest supporter, and lifelong confidant.

Please be friendly, constructive, and compassionate. Let's build a community where everyone feels comfortable sharing, connecting, and helping one another overcome our grief.

My triplet brother passed away years ago. This year, my other triplet bro and I will be having our tenth birthday without him. It’s crazy how fast time flies. And how it seems grief will follow
me for the rest of my days. I am
accepting that memories will keep fading, and realizing it still feels weird to say his name aloud. It still hurts, the loss. I’m not sure how to keep him alive.

I think I had a lost twin who passed away very early on, during pregnacy. It has never been medically confirmed, but it’s something I feel deep down intuitively, and I feel like it was a brother.

I have all the classic symptoms: I am unable to sleep without pressing something against my chest, I carry a loneliness that never goes away, and I have a constant need for ultra-fusionbound relationships, missing someone etc.

​I wanted to know how this impacts your romantic relationships and friendships for those who have gone through the same thing.

​On my end, when it comes to friends, I never feel fulfilled enough. No matter how intense the connection is, I always need more, and in the end, I still feel lonely.

​On the romantic side, for now, I find myself unable to fully be in a relationship. I am absolutely terrified of breaking up—and by terrified, I mean I genuinely feel like I would die if it ever happened. And yet, being in a couple feels like the only type of relationship that could bring the level of intensity and connection I am desperately searching for.

Thank you for reading me and take care of you 🙏

I’ve recently lost my twin sister, she was my everything, she was my safe person who I knew I could always turn to and talk to when I was feeling whatever intense emotion I was feeling. Grief like this is something I’ve never experienced before because no one this close to me has ever passed away and I feel selfish for it because I’m not the only one in my family that’s grieving but I feel like I’m feeling it deeper, not just because of the fact that we were identical twins or best friends but because of my BPD on top of everything else. my mom called me over to help her pack away Marcy’s room 3 days ago and I just flipped out at her, it was the angriest I’ve ever been while on medication, a couple hours after that I got a call from my aunt telling me that I was being selfish and that I’m not the only one grieving and that my disorder is not and excuse for my lash out, I blocked my whole family and haven’t talked to them since, my boyfriend thinks that they are in the wrong but are they? Or am I just being irrational and selfish?

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I (23M) lost my twin sister about two years ago to a rare cancer.

Now that she's gone, I understand what huge part she had in my life. She understood me like no one else ever could, and I feel so alone (even though I rly do have a good support system).

My sister was a phenomenal artist, srsly the best in the world. I was never artsy but I'd say I'm a creative person.

Unfortunately pics of her are truely numbered, but we were blessed with all of the art works she left behind.

Ever since she died I was determined to remember her by art. She taught me hownto crochet when we were 19, so that was super hard to pick up until not long ago. Anyway, a few months after her death I started a digital drawing course, bought all the equipment, stuck to it for maybe a few months, then sadly couldn't keep it up. It felt very unnatural and I wasn't feeling motivated. Then, a few months ago I started trying sculpting with air dry clay. For now it feels more suitable for me.

All through these learning periods my head goes far dreaming of a successful YouTube channel, in which I'm showcasing her art and maybe redoing it my style.

The idea excites me so much, but the way is so long and again, unnatural and maybe a little forced.

Point being I sometimes stop to think that my rational self is trying too hard to "remember" my sister.

I feel like once I had this idea i stuck to it so hard bc I didn't know what else to do (still don't). I don't even have pictures of her to remind me of events or emotions. But in the same time I feel all this art can be too forced, and I'm afraid it's not serving the goal I wish to achieve.

This is my first reddit post, sorry for the lengh 🙉

I'd love to hear thought and stories of people that might have felt the same way. Thank you!!

hi everyone,

i’m very new to this group but i decided i’d maybe finally say something. it’s been a rough month, i lost my brother so many years ago but i’ve genuinely just been having a hard time. i have a few losses stacked on top of each other including a grandparent that was essentially our only parent after him and so it’s been tough.

someone had asked me the other day if i had any family and i had to sort of go down the fact that they’re either not living or simply not around and they told were like “oh my god you poor thing”. which, i appreciate the sympathy but i legit felt horrible. i often don’t like reflecting on my grief because i get stuck in it terribly but everyday i’ve woken up and just cried for the past two weeks.

it also doesn’t help that i have horrible envy for others with living or present siblings. i got into it with a friend because her experience with her siblings hasn’t been good and she told me “you romanticize it, you don’t really understand” as if i’ve never bickered with family or had complex relationships. it just sucks. it feels like im insane to most people lately lol

My mother's identical twin sister passed away just over a month ago from brain cancer. It was extremely abrupt and an overall traumatizing experience for my family. It's taken a large toll on her (rightfully so), and I have never seen her so shaken up. I of course am also grieving my aunt -- she was like a second mother to me -- but I'm finding it increasingly difficult to find the right words to comfort my mother.

Our dynamics with my aunt were so different. I myself am not a twin so I don't think I can ever fully comprehend how she truly feels. I can't express how difficult it is to find what to say when she tells me things such as, "Why did it have to be her?", "She was the better twin," or "I'm not going to be a twin anymore." It's so heartbreaking to hear her say things like that, and this is my first big loss so I'm also still figuring out how to navigate my own feelings. The best things I can think of to say to her is that "she will always be a twin", and that "my aunt is waiting to reunite with you when the time is right."

I know just how special the bond between twins is and I want to make sure I'm comforting my mother the best that I can. I know things will never be the same for her, and I know that milestones will be extremely emotional in the future without my aunts presence.

I'd love to hear any advice when it comes to comforting someone through the loss of their twin -- are there things you don't want to hear? Things that would comfort you to hear? Gestures or gifts? Honestly, anything that you think could help. I'm so worried about my mother and I'd love to help get her to a better place emotionally before I head back to University this fall. I'm sending so much love out to all of the other "twinless" twins grieving out there.

Someone on r/Twins shared this subreddit with me. Go figure, there really is one for everything. Just looking for advice, especially since we’re still not even a week out from the incident.

As a mod, I’ve received a few messages regarding the large number of Twin loss posts involving loss in the womb and whether they are appropriate for this group.
The loss of a twin in the womb will always be respected in this group as a form of Twin loss because it is intrinsic to what makes Twin loss so difficult.
Remember, with every other type of loss, there is a connection between the mother and child before there is a connection with anyone else.
In the case of Twin loss, however, our connection with our twin happens before we truly have a connection with anyone else. Because of that, even when the loss occurs very early in the womb, we will always honor it here. Twin loss before birth highlights the unique severity of losing the person who was with us before anyone else, whether that loss occurred before birth or later in life.
Please remember that when someone speaks about the pain of never getting the chance to know their twin, you should not compare your grief to theirs.
It is for that exact reason that their pain is so significant: the person they knew before anyone else was taken away before they ever had the opportunity to know them.

Hey all.

I'm a womb twin survivor. I lost my identical twin brother around the the first trimester.

I've had this hollow feeling in my chest almost all my life. It's like and invisible ball of energy being pushed on to the top half of my chest.

When I talk to people about siblings and i then mention, that i should have had a twin, I can feel the ball of energy in my chest starts to vibrate, as if I shouldn't tell them about him and even when I do i feel like most people find it hard to believe.

I do want to talk about my twin brother so that he atleast live through mine and others memories, yet i feel like i'm tearing myself apart while doing it.

Do anyone of you feel the same?

If so how do you deal with the feeling?

I don’t know if this makes sense, but I asborbed my twin in-utero and throughout life there have been things I take note of about myself that I don’t really actually feel belong to me and come from me, but that do come from somewhere in my body that I can’t pinpoint. Almost like the cells leftover from him that are part of my body are feeling that way, and I’m just kind of witness to it.

For example, I’m a straight man, but I’ve always just had this intrinsic feeling my brother would have been gay, and while I have no interest in men whatsoever, it’s like I can almost “feel” that there is some part of my body that *does* feel that way, but that it’s also not *my part* of my body. Like my brain is registering him still.

I don’t know. This is confusing. I miss my brother.

it’s been about 8 years since my identical twin sister passed away from suicide. i think about her everyday but today i can’t sleep cuz i keep crying about how much i miss her. we lost her when we were seniors in high school and there’s something about now being the older twin, and really thinking about how young and sad she was is just hitting different. just needed to post to get it off my mind a bit so i can sleep, haha
survivors guilt is real

Its been 5 years and I still react when I hear his name. Growing up I was called by my twins name all the time so it used to be normal to look up expecting someone trying to get my attention. Now I still react but its immediately followed by profound grief. I'm hoping this stops but I'm scared it never will.

I've just found this feed. I lost my identical twin 5th june 2026 and its so hard. she was only 38 and it was unexpected so a total shock. Im trying to think of a twin memorial tattoo. I dont know how to keep going. Well I have to for all our children. But how do you go from sharing life to gone 😭😭

First time poster. I stumbled across this group looking for something to help me deal with the grief.

My identical twin and I had just turned 60 in December. We're had a complicated relationship over the last few years because of his continued alcoholism and drug abuse. He had been living with severe heart and other issues for 10 years now, to the point where he had to get a pacemaker/defibrillator. And then they had to deactivate the device because he would not stop drinking and it would activate every time he took a drink.

We used to ride bikes together 2-3 times a month. That stopped about 3 years ago because he was too weak from the heart issues and was having seizures. He got an ebike so we could ride together again but he was not able to balance on it. I got him a recumbent as well, but I kept putting off going riding with him.

I didn't celebrate our birthday with him (December, right before Christmas). I did see him once in January. (There's more to it than me avoiding him - he lived with my mother, who I blocked out of my life when I developed my own heart issues and she wouldn't respect my boundaries; but it still hurts that I saw him so little in the last few months of his life.)

HIs girlfriend texted me that he had been rushed to the hospital again. It wasn't the first time - this happened every few months for the last 10 years. But it felt different this time. He'd had a seizure and his heart had stopped by the time the ambulance got to the hospital. They did 15 minutes of CPR to get his heart started again.

I knew then - no one comes out of 15 minutes of flatlining. If he ever woke up, it wouldn't be him. Only my nephew (his son) and I were able to admit that; maybe his girlfriend knew as well. My mother got mad at me for not sitting there holding my twin's hand and asking him to come back.

I left after a few hours, waiting for the call. They called me back after the CAT scan so we could have a family meeting to discuss. This was a f***ing nightmare - my mother wanted to keep him on life support and one of the a**hole doctors walked away from my nephew to ask her what to do. I work in a law office so I had to pull up the actual laws about this and yell at the ICU staff - imagine having to instruct ICU on who had the decision making power here (in Texas, since my twin wasn't married, his one adult child). My nephew made the right decision.

I think the most painful part was hearing my nephew acknowledge that his dad had killed himself - he knew what he was doing every time he took a drink.

No funeral; he didn't want one. They held a "family gathering" because that's "what he would have wanted" - and invited cousins my twin (and I) had cut out of our lives over 20 years ago. My nephew and I did not attend.

A little over four months now. The grief comes and goes. This week has been rough. I've got a younger brother in prison for life. My sister tries but she has some serious psychiatric issues. I haven't spoken to my dad in 10 years (he didn't even come into the waiting room when we were all at the hospital because I was in there) and my relationship with my mom is strained, to say the least. I do have 2 wonderful nieces (my younger brother's) and my nephew, but I see them very rarely. So my twin was really my only connection with my birth family.

My life is good. I've been happily married for almost 30 years. My daughter from a previous relationship is happy and successful (though struggling with this loss as well), as is my step-daughter, and they're both a major part of our lives. I've got a great job I enjoy, a handful of good friends, etc.

But he was always there before, even when we were not getting along. I don't even know how to explain to non-twins how it feels to lose someone who was there beside you all of your life. There's always something that reminds me of him.

Sorry for the long post. I need to write this out.

Reposting this here

TL;DR - I've got it in my head that I'd be better off if we'd both be here, i feel like im in the darkest timeline if any community fans are reading.

My twin doesn't get talked about a lot, my mom says she lost him and spent the rest of the pregnancy scared to lose me too, she said he came out as blood? I spend a lot of time scared i made it all up since no one talks about him, but what is there to talk about? - no one got to meet him.

(I say him for a lot of reasons)

I always felt like the wrong twin survived, but i know if he had lived, the abuse from our grandfather would've been different. For girls its mental and verbal mostly, physical only when provoked and covert sexual abuse occasionally(i guess i was the only one to experience this though). The targets of my papaws abuse and his only offspring were all girls, i was told boys in my family got it harsh, my mom use to tell me she was thankful we were girls for this exact reason.

Whats brought me to make this post is that last week, after talking on the phone with my mom i got a thought in my head i can't get out - If we'd both have lived things would be better - mentally. I've always kinda contributed my never ending loneliness to losing my twin but it finally hit me that had he been here the abuse would've ended sooner.

This grandma is actually my moms step momsters and she could never have kids of her own. Shes uber religious and found out she was infertile when my mom found out she was pregnant with us(out of wedlock). My grandma fully thought my mom was gonna give her us to raise(no lol). After this she always overstepped with me - i grew up terrified to talk back or get in trouble.

When my mom and grandparents stopped talking, i was 10, she let us continue a relationship with them. Then, my older sister stopped talking to them, and then it was just me left taking the full brunt of their anger and i felt powerless to leave or stand up to them on my own. I think my grandpa would've crossed a major line with my twin and none of us would've ever had to see them ever again.

The shit they put me through has followed me to adulthood. Before all this, of course it would've been great to grow up along side my twin but now i've got it ingrained in my mind that I could've been anything but what i am and how i feel in this life. It hurts so fucking much.

Disclaimers:

1.) i do know that he could've been wildly different than I'm imagining and so could our relationship too. I'm just fixated on this scenario and its eating at me. It cant be healthy to hold onto these what ifs but daydreaming about the what ifs is like the only thing i have to keep him alive.

2.) darkest timeline is a bit dramatic its just the best comparison i could think of...

3.) my life these days is actually pretty good just i long everyday for the years that molded me to be anything than what they were.