June update. People tell me I've "made progress", but really I feel like I haven't healed one bit. I can't go a day without crying. I still cannot understand or process what happened and the need for reconciliation and explanation wrecks me. I haven't felt happiness or a break from grief in almost a year. Nothing brings me joy and nothing is enough to distract me. I've lost nearly 30 lbs just from having no appetite. I can no longer listen to music, draw, write, or play videogames. I haven't engaged in a Social Activity in months. Therapy and 2 different daily antidepressants barely seem to make a dent, I'm just in so much pain all the time and I cannot pretend it will ever heal.
The good things: I have almost no more anxiety because I'm too indifferent. Also, antidepressant #2 gives me a ton of energy to appear highly functional and like I'm coping. I've been gardening, even though it breaks my heart. I have no plans or hopes or dreams for my future, but I'm still gonna continue to stick around for my family and pets.