The person I was before my loss is gone. I lost track of myself. I felt like I was playing a part. It wasn’t until I decided to go back to work that that started to change. Work brought structure, forced me to be around people and made me use my brain for something other than grieving. I struggled to be productive for the first few months but eventually regained the ability to concentrate and my memory started to improve. I am finally regaining a sense of self and the confidence that comes with knowing who I am. I am a different person now but not so different that I can’t recognize myself. I am grateful for the progress. I think I am ready to start rebuilding.
My goals for the next year are to start looking after my neglected health, spend more time around people and try to rekindle an interest in hobbies. If I can generate some energy and enthusiasm I will start to hope for more.