I'm hoping writing and letting things out to others who may relate will help.
I'm 28 and lost my husband suddenly almost a month ago on December 17th. He was the greatest friend I've ever had. We were together for 7 years and married for 5. For the first 3 weeks I stayed with family and this week was my first on my own. I've spent the majority of the week in his baggy sweat pants and shirts on our couch crying. I sleep for only an hour or so at a time and I feel like I relive that awful morning each time I wake. It hurts so bad sometimes I don't know how I will make it until the next hour without him.
Today I told myself that I was going to be productive, go to the grocery store. I found myself crying in the produce section. How much food does one person really need? I never would have thought about how difficult everyday tasks would become. I've become the dishelveled woman who cries in the store looking at fruit. I guess I tried.
I'm so very lonely and afraid I can't do this on my own. My friends have told me to call if I need anything, but I feel like a bother. I feel like the world has kept turning, but I'm still here on my couch wishing he would just walk through the door