Jennica, I've said this before, but I bought into this insane notion that if I could just make it to 6 months, then everything would magically and miraculously be ok again. Like the grief switch would get turned off. This must have been some sort of coping mechanism initially but what it set up was a spectacular crash. I took my daughter to Paris for 2 weeks with friends right around 6 months. I was not ok but I was functioning. But I will never, ever forget the moment we walked back into this empty house and I was standing on our porch thinking, "Holy shit. This is it. I am actually going to have to do this." And then the crash and it was not pretty. Our culture - and many of my then friends here in suburbia and my parents - all thought there was an expiration date on grieving. Six months and shazzam! Its all over now! I definitely proved them wrong on that one. It took me another eight months or so to pull myself together. By 18 months, I was starting - starting - to see a light at the end of the tunnel, starting to sort some of it out. Be kind to yourself. I expected and demanded way too much of myself and in the end paid for it dearly. You're going to find your way.
Christine