As the title says really...
So backstory - my mum died almost 2 years ago. We were exceptionally close (I'm an only child, my dad left us when I was small) and she was only young (late 50s) when she was diagnosed - and subsequently died - from a brutal cancer. It was horrendous. I was her primary carer along with DH and some other relatives / close friends of my mum. DH was fantastic, hugely supportive and couldn't do enough for me (or my mum). I wouldn't have got through it without him.
The few months after she died I functioned as normally as possible. Looking back I was on autopilot (and probably in denial).
Roll on 6ish months and everything fell to pieces. I couldn't carry on at work, was crying in the toilets every day and having breakdowns at home on a weekly basis. I fell into an awful, anxious place where I relied on DH for absolutely everything. He couldn't even go to work or to his hobby without me panicking about him not coming home and ringing him constantly. I didn't want to do anything at all apart from stay at home with him and didn't feel "safe" if I had to do anything else outside of our normal routine.
Anyway, I took some time off work (thankfully I have a brilliant boss), got lots of therapy and I got back into exercising and my hobbies (which at times DH had to force me out of the house to do!). After a few months I started to feel a bit better and more like myself. Things were good for a while and I felt a bit more like myself.
These last few months I seem to be slipping back into the place I was in 12-18 months ago. I constantly worry DH is going to get sick of me / leave me (then make it worse by following him round asking him if everything is ok over and over again). I cling to him whenever we are out at social events, worry if ever he's quiet that I've done something wrong, my mood is all over the place and I just feel like a complete pathetic mess tbh.
I am still exercising, still trying to do my own thing but I just can't seem to get past this constant, terrifying feeling that DH is going to leave me (even though he constantly reassures me that he won't). As amazing and understanding as he is, he (understandably) gets so frustrated with me, says that he doesn't recognise me sometimes and asks what's the point in him reassuring me when I don't believe him anyway. I hate what I am doing to him and to us.
Both of us are now at a point where we keep asking when will this end? When will I go back to "normal"? Will our relationship survive? Is this just how life is after bereavement / grieving? Will I always be scared I'm going to be left again?
The most frustrating thing is that I used to be such an out-going, independent and carefree person! And even more frustrating is that everything else in our relationship is great. We love, trust and care for each other immensely, we're each others best friend, have a great sex life, laugh together every day. We've always been rock solid!
I'm so scared but I really, really don't know what else to do. More therapy??? Couples therapy?
Can anyone relate to this? Or offer any advice??
Thank you in advance x