Yes, this is grief. My situation very similar except my mum died a year ago this week. I go through phases of being weirdly “locked up” unable to tackle activities that seemingly have nothing to do with mum’s death as well as those that do. And I’ve become addicted to mumsnet, I think that part is me missing my mum’s companionship and it’s an easy way to get that “gossip” fix - whether it is recipe recommendations, or a gardening problem, or a story where I read funny or sympathetic voices that I guess deep down remind me of the kind of conversations I had with mum multiple times a day.
I can tell you that a year later it is still a struggle. I go through phases of being absolutely incompetent, ignoring things that need attention and then getting in a real froth because I feel so overwhelmed and unsupported and just drowning.
The admin after someone dies seems endless. I am looking after mum’s house and still haven’t got it ready to sell, although nearly there. I remember about 6 months ago I went into mum’s house after a busy time at work and there was a heap of mail on the mat, and I slammed the door, looked at the mail and said very sternly, “look I’m sure I’ve told you all a hundred times, she is dead and not coming back please just stop bloody sending letters!” And then falling on the sofa in a mildly hysterical heap.
I don’t want to deal with any of it, but since my useless brother and my useless husband have left it entirely to me, I’m dealing with it. One painful letter, phone call, and box of stuff at a time.
I don’t know about you but i have another problem which is my DH - aka “The Minimiser”. Four weeks after mum's death he told me: “you need 3 heaps - keep, recycle/charity/sell, chuck.” Terrible advice. It’s an entire house I am clearing, and can’t be turned into three heaps. And by the way, recycle/sell/chuck is AT LEAST 8 heaps because the household recycling centre needs waste separated.
So I’m taking my time. I go through little flurries of getting stuff done, and actually that usually feels a bit of a relief after I’ve got over whatever negative emotion it brought (guilt, nightmares, insomnia, floods of tears, irrational anger, flashbacks to mum’s death, and that empty feeling of longing that I am mostly filled up with.
Every step is worth taking. If you sat down for 3 hours to start a task - well hey you sat down to attempt it.That was a positive.
I usually try to promise myself a reward afterwards. A walk in the sun. A drive to the supermarket to buy some fresh fruit. Some time with my kids where I play games and remember my mum would NOT want me to be sad. And she’d say “oh sod the admin, it can wait” (even if it can’t wait) and make me tea and distract me.
I honestly think I need help but like you I’m not going to get it, so I’m going to push through on my own. It is very hard isn’t it.