When my husband died I wanted to make sure I didnt fall into a depression and get back into a bad habit that I had, I have panic disorder and its very easy for me to slip. So I make sure I try to do something very productive each day. Getting out of bed and getting the mail with my fingers crossed was a very big chore for me in the beginning because all the bills were rolling in and usually meant I couldnt pay something, but then it started to all come together, that was a big accomplishment.
I think a bigger accomplishment for me was to go down to the city for my mother when I got the call that she was dying. Its a 4 hour drive, a drive I have NEVER done without my husband by my side. But my mother was waiting, waiting for me. and she did, one hour later she passed, and although is was a great acclomplishment for me, my mother was gone, it was bittersweet. But she knew I made it and she let go and went to be with my father.
So now when I get up in the morning, I really dont rush to do much, the day takes on itself. believe me LOL.
georgia.