The third anniversary of my husband¨s death is approaching, so I do appreciate how you are feeling, rowan.
I wonder if you perhaps are ready now to try to find some activites you can take part in outside your home?
Just after my husband's death I did not want to be our of my home, it sounds to me as if you have reacted in much the same way to the loss of your wife.
After I had got though my birthday, Christmas and New Year for the first time without my husband, I sat myself down and decided I just had to find something to do with my time where I could interact with others.
So I joined a folk dance group for my age group 70+, continued volunteering at the local museum, and promised myself that come hell, hailstorms, snow or high winds, I would get myself to Sunday Mass every Sunday unless I was really ill, now I have added volunteering at the local Soup Kitchen and a book-club to my list, got to know my new neighbours and so on. I find it makes a difference having one or two things "to go to" every week.
Obviously, the things I do probably won't appeal to you, but if I, living in a small country town with just over 4.000 inhabitants can find some activities to join, it might well be possible for you too.
The loss does not disappear - how can it? After all we don't stop loving our spouse because he or she died - at least I hope not, but it is possible to find company, ways of feeling useful to others, new interests. The sadness is there, but it does change its character and become more something that we can bear, once that first raw sorrow and grief begins to recede.
It¨s a threadbare simile, but it is like walking through a badly lit underpass or tunnel, but once we get through it, the sun might just be out and shining on us.