Grieving, I am so sorry that your wife died and that you have to move and that it is all such a shit show for you. I am 33 weeks in and have some insight.
You are in the very early days of grief. The days of sadness, depression, loneliness, anxiety, nausea, hopelessness, fear, confusion, panic, insomnia, no appetite, the inability to function while walking in circles in a dense fog. It is all normal. Zombie-like, it is your body and mind’s reaction to the trauma of losing your wife.
Pay your bills, try to eat only nutritious food, keep the pets and plants alive. Everything else can wait. Take each day hour-by-hour.
Surely there is a lot on your plate. Figuring out how to live alone takes time, the paperwork will drive you mad, the added responsibilities are overwhelming. Keep a notebook, in it write all important names and phone numbers and each day make a list of 5 things you have to do. Do them, mark them off and you will have a visual reminder that you are, in fact, functioning. At the end of the week, you will have done 35 things that you needed to do and pat yourself on the back.
Five things at a time. Baby steps.
Try to understand that everyone the two of you knew has gone on with their normal lives. They have no idea what you are going through unless they have lost a spouse. We smile despite our heartbreak and they think we are just fine. We aren’t, we are walking wounded.
I can tell you this. You will adapt, you will have to create a new life, and you will learn to live with the loss. Just not yet. The fog lifts and you function better. Just not yet.
33 weeks - better than 8 weeks. Much better. Not great, but not panicked because I’ve adapted a bit. Everything has changed, so I have to as well.
Love.