All the time. When it was close to the 1 year for me i started having panic attacks...it was Hell and i thought this would be part of my new life since he died. Haven't had them since..it will be 2 years this March 03. My life has become empty and i read how i should find a hobby. Would be nice if i had an interest. Used to love gardening..no more.Playing my guitar..so i go to work come home eat and sleep then do it all again. Only thing i have keeping me here

after a year i still talk to jean all the time out loud. i recently found i was talking to myself out loud in the grocery store. i dicovered that i dont care what anyone thinks. i am also feeling undefined fear, not panic. im retired so no work distractions, no hobbies save for my unending "to do"list we always did things together and i cant do them alonr, not even the beach. i try to stay in bed in the morning to shorten the time between breakfast and cocktail hour

I have panic attacks too, but then I had them before the fact. I am going to try to force myself to finish up the "headstone project," as I call it. Would really like that out there by Christmas. I don't have many interests either. I like to read, and I used to do a little gardening, etc. I am not sure I would have anything to offer another man if one were to suddenly appear. I see myself as boring and unkempt (I need to look that word up in my dictionary, but it is what comes to mind). I am trying to do more home cooking. Thank God for crock pots and bagged starter meals. Hopefully I will not go to church hungry tonight - at least not for natural food.

I don't talk to myself, at least not yet. I occasionally talk to my wife, but I get no answer. Just surviving this loss is the hardest thing I've ever done.

My wife is buried down the road from where I live, and I say Hi to her everyday when I go by on my way to work. Beyond that, I talk to her when the pain starts building. Soon after she passed, I tried to stay busy doing things because I felt I was supposed to do something. I didn't know what... just something. I started many projects, but finished none. Now, I don't even bother. I realized most of the things I did was for her. To help her or impress her or to make her smile, but it was for her. I know I need to do things for me, now, but I can't think of anything I find very interesting, anymore. Hopefully, I will soon get out of this Work-TV-Sleep rut I find myself in.

Hang in there. Remember, this isn't about winning a race. It is about survival. It is good you eat -- I had a lot of trouble with that until recently. I had dropped 20 lbs in 3 months just before my recent ER visit with chest pains, and I'm 2 1/2 years in. Now I'm eating. So I hope you decided on 2 eggs. It is just too easy to ignore taking care of ourselves. Remember the basics always. Drink lots of water. Eat. Get sleep. Yes, I'm talking to myself :) Scottie

I too talk to myself, as at home there is no one else. I have a pic of my dear husband by the door in the garage I say hello and goodbye still almost 10 months later. I also have a pic of him in the coffee cupboard, so when I am making coffee for the next day I tell him how my day went. I am talking to him but he does not talk back. I talk to God a lot also. I do catch myself asking me out loud "what's for dinner?" I believe it is just keeping our brains from going to mush to actually hear words out loud. Even if it is just our own talking to ourselves. Take care Kim

Thanks Scott. Someone else - I can't remember who - advised me to eat well, as part of the recovery process. I guess I feel guilty enjoying food because Dennis couldn't eat for the longest time. I think I am getting enough sleep. I get up whenever I feel like it, unless I have an appointment somewhere. I still buy good bottled water, and I really get thirsty at night. ***And good luck with the nurse. Maybe she is will be good for you; and hopefully she has a firm hand LOL.

I respect her. Having a moral compass is a good thing. Not always as fun. But a good thing :)

Oh yes, I talk to myself and to my husband all the time! I guess it is my way of coping. I lost Peter 7 months ago to metastatic colon cancer. It’s like he’s here in my heart yet physically absent. My love for that man transcends time. We were extremely close. I have our 11 year old to raise whom he loved so much and she motivates me to keep going. It is very difficult because most of the time I just want to stay in bed and cry. I would say continue to talk to your spouse if it helps you in a positive way.
Elizabeth

I still talk to my late fiancé, Michael. When I’m watchung a movie i point something out to him. When I’m on social media, I show him as if he was there. It helps me a little. I cry to him, asking him why had to go. I tell him I love him so much. I even text his phone even though it was shattered to pieces. I lost him in a car crash. He was on his way home to me. It’s hard to talk to him when he’s not there but it does help me a lot. I end up crying at the end of the one sided conversations. It’s onay to talk to yourself and to your loved one. Do it as much ad you can. It helps.