Well. I’ve reached the six-month mark as my mother died in March. I was kept busy sorting out things with the funeral, the solicitors, my mother’s house, clearance, all the things you do when someone goes. Now the busyness is over and I’m free to resume my life. Free to get my old interests down off the shelf and see if they still fit.
And there just seems to be a large hole in my life. I have no particular desire to do anything much, no enthusiasm for anything, most of it just seems pointless. Counselling hasn’t worked, medication is hit and miss with side-effects (and anything with caffeine, including chocolate, knocks it out); nobody can take grief from you and work it out for you, you have to do this yourself.
The only thing I think I can do is acknowledge that there are going to be times, and triggers, and listen to them when they come up, then go and do something creative. That seems to work best for me. What are others’ coping strategies?