It’s coming up to a year since my wife passed. While it feels just like yesterday since it happened, it also feels like a lifetime since we were last together. The last few weeks have stirred up an awful lot of emotions as I move towards the anniversary date, which I’m sure is quite normal.
Each and every day I still always feel lost, empty, no spark, no drive, little enthusiasm. Even after a year I still feel like this grief is all consuming. I still think about it constantly, missing her desperately. I feel like it’s my whole identity.
I try to keep reasonably active with sports, and I’m no hermit by any means but have little or no desire to socialise. I see friends when doing sports, but little else. I would say that social anxiety has developed, which is not something I’ve experienced before. My confidence had been massively knocked, and now if I’m out anywhere a lot of the time I’m just keen to get back home. Then I feel desperately lonely. I have two teenagers which keeps me busy and I’m trying my best to keep them happy and on track. Which all seems to be going well, albeit exhausting. The kids are very much the focus of my life now, anything but family doesn’t seem hugely important to me anymore.
Colleagues at work are all very kind and nice, and supportive, and it’s certainly not a bad job by any means. But most days I hate it. I have no passion for it, little or no desire to get up each day and go into work, or log-on to my PC. I go through the motions, doing what I have to do and no more.
Is this all normal. Can anybody else relate.
I often get told by well-meaning people that hopefully things will get easier once you get through the first year. I really do appreciate their concern, but none have lived through what I’m going through, so I just nod and smile, knowing full well that it doesn’t quite work like that.
I guess really, I was wondering how others have felt as they came up to the first anniversary? I’ve taken the day off work as I know it’s going to be a particularly awful day, but I know she wouldn’t want me to just sit around the house. I may go for a walk, or a quiet surf on my own, and visit the grave. What have you all done to acknowledge days like this? I’m also really not sure how to approach this with the kids, I need to acknowledge the day, but I don’t want to put them in position where they feel uncomfortable or unnecessarily upset them.