Hi everyone, I'm new here. My wife died 2 years ago at the age of 39. We had been married 15 years, together 19 years. Laurie was a nurse, became sick 5 months after the birth of our daughter when she was 27 years old. She had encephalitis, an infection in her brain which almost killed her 12 years before she died. The encephalitis caused various damages to her brain, leaving Laurie with uncontrollable epilepsy, extreme short-term memory impairment and various other cognitive deficits. She was never able to return to work and our lives were changed forever. She went through terrible depression and anxiety for the first 2 years after the encephalitis, due to her brain damage and due to the loss of so many things in her life, lost independence, loss of memory, loss of ability to work, loss of ability to drive, loss of control over her life. Life became better when she came to accept what had happened to her and she became a happy, albeit sick, person again. She was a great loving caring mother and wife.
Life was never carefree or simple again. She had brain surgery to try to cure her epilepsy(which didn't work), but we managed to find the fun in life again most days, in between the challenges of her seizures and other cognitive issues.
July17, 2016, she took a seizure at home which stopped her heart. I gave her CPR until the paramedics arrived, but there was no response and she was suddenly gone. All our struggle felt like it was for nothing. My daughter was 12 at the time and only knew her mom as the version who had been sick, never knew her before the encephalitis.
The first 3 months after Laurie died were a blur, an almost out-of-body experience with a lot of pain and crying. After 6 months I could make it a day or two without tears. The following year was a time of trying to figure out my life and who I am again. My identity was not the same without my partner, who I was often a caregiver for , as well. We had a great marriage, always found happiness in seeing each other happy, with loyalty and unconditional love.
I've been on a few dates, started about a year after Laurie died. Very strange for me. My daughter had quite a bit of anxiety over my dating, and I've taken a step back from it, for now. It's only the last few months that I feel I've found my new normal (again). I can only now start to feel happiness in day-to-day life again. There was a lot of emptiness and lack of purpose for a long time for me. I find it helpful reading some of the posts here, I think there will be people with good advice and opinions. Thanks for listening, Paul