Severe depression.
Death of my cherished husband.
Sorry to hear that ... :-( ...
Same here - hoping for dreams of him and me together again.
It will be four years next week, and while it is getting somewhat better, I still feel that my real life ended when he died, and I am now just waiting until, hopefully, I might see him again.
But, in spite of what some promise us, I am unsure about human theories of the hereafter, so I remember a line from Shakespeare...
“To sleep, perchance to dream”. (Or something like that)
Oh, onyx... I am so sorry.
I wish we could all sit around and chat over a coffee....or chamomile tea..