I know exactly how you feel. I met my husband when I was 18. We were together for 18 years, 15 of them married. In the beginning I didn't know how to do anything without him, even though I'm a very independant woman. Now after months of meds and therapy, I'm getting there. Sometimes I have to tell myself that I can do this on my own, and sometimes that just doesn't work. So I sit and grieve, wait for it to pass again, whether it's a day or a week, and then I try to move again. Small steps, an hour at a time. Today was a good day for me. Tomorrow may not be. I try to remind myself that I need to grieve as much as I need to get on with living. It's all about finding a balance - do only what you have to do to take care of yourself. Bathe, eat, pay the bills. Everything else can wait.
