Hard to explain, but I feel like bereavement has wrecked something in me. I do want to do things but then I just can't. Both my parents are dead now. I have hardly any other family apart from my DP. No children.
I have very little enthusiasm for connecting with friends. Part of this is to do with the fact that they basically have all withdrawn from me too, but now I just don't really care? So have stopped putting in any effort at all myself. I get it, life is busy so that's fine, I used to be a bit more upset but now I honestly don't mind, I just want to be left alone.
I don't want to listen to my friends going on about their happy jolly Christmases coming up. They don't have perfect families or anything, but they do have alive parents who obviously have some annoying traits (to their kids) but also plenty of nice traits and clearly love them..I feel as though I have nothing in common with my friends anymore now.
On better days, I get flares of enthusiasm for doing something and think it might be nice but then...I just don't want to. It's like carrying around the pain of loss is too heavy and exhausting, and being around people makes it worse because I feel under pressure?
I'll go to my volunteering job tomorrow for a couple of hours and that's it, I'll be mentally tired and want away from everyone.
I just can't sustain being sociable and honestly can't ever see this changing now again.
Can anyone relate? How is life supposed to re shape itself now?