I had the exact same issues with getting groceries. It was unbearable at the beginning. After about 6 months, it started to be manageable.
My advice is to ask people for help, even when it feels uncomfortable or exaggerated. I live in a different country than the rest of my family, so I didn't really have anyone to ask help from. Also, I was very bad at asking for help. I learned to get over it and just ask.
But for me, the most awful moments outside were when I would see someone that reminded me of my husband, visually, and I would get so angry, homicidal mad really, from rage that my husband died and not this "loser" I was looking at on the street. My husband was such a unicorn, such an impossible man to exist to begin with, I was just enraged he died so young and brilliant while those regular men continued to live their mediocre lives. I know that's incredibly mean, but that's what I felt.
I still have rage in me, and a lot of it is because of the way my husband died. I don't compare people to him anymore, because it won't lead to anything good. I am very thankful I have our little boy, who carries in him the greatness his father had. I am very lucky for that.
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I had the exact same issues with getting groceries. It was unbearable at the beginning. After about 6 months, it started to be manageable.
My advice is to ask people for help, even when it feels uncomfortable or exaggerated. I live in a different country than the rest of my family, so I didn't really have anyone to ask help from. Also, I was very bad at asking for help. I learned to get over it and just ask.
But for me, the most awful moments outside were when I would see someone that reminded me of my husband, visually, and I would get so angry, homicidal mad really, from rage that my husband died and not this "loser" I was looking at on the street. My husband was such a unicorn, such an impossible man to exist to begin with, I was just enraged he died so young and brilliant while those regular men continued to live their mediocre lives. I know that's incredibly mean, but that's what I felt.
I still have rage in me, and a lot of it is because of the way my husband died. I don't compare people to him anymore, because it won't lead to anything good. I am very thankful I have our little boy, who carries in him the greatness his father had. I am very lucky for that.