Recently, in my support group, someone asked when it would get better. When we would return to normal. I don't think there will ever be a return to normal. What I have found is that it's a little like managing diabetes or wearing contact lenses. You learn to live with being a widow/ widower. I'm not ashamed that my life will go on. I didn't choose this.
A little bit at a time, I have learned to live with it. As I progress with managing the effects of being a widow, I surprise myself and then learn new areas that need to be managed. Kind of like wearing contact lenses (which I don't) some days the wearer just had to take the lenses out and start over or just put their glasses on.
As those irritating days come, I sit back and wait for it to pass. I will never be the same. I am a new person. Every day is different. There is nothing I or anyone can do to make it better. But I manage until it no longer interferes with my functioning.
I watched a movie today all the way through. I have found interest in shows. Very different from a couple of months ago. I will continue to find those irritants and pay attention to learn how to manage them. It's a process which doesn't happen over night. But I'm learning