Depressed

The first year of grief was unbearable raw pain.

The second year the shock is gone, but the reality of loss sets in.

The third year was a fight to have hope.

The fourth year was unbearably lonely.

I'm starting my fifth year, and the depression is debilitating. The tears come daily. I work, I sleep, I do little else. I feel like the gift of life is wasted on me. I have nobody to talk to. I spend too much time alone. I feel like I don't matter.