When I lost my wife, I lost a part of me. I was numb, I thought it was a nightmare that would never end. My mind would play such terrible tricks. I fell into depression for a few years. Memories were the worst, it's difficult to have a good memory when you have no one to share it with.
I was very successful but none of it mattered, I wanted to die, I wanted the pain to go away.
One day my pastor guided me to find the joy that was missing. It was during his sermon, he stated that if we were going through an emotionally difficult time that we should give it all away. At the time I remember thinking, "I'm depressed and if I give everything away (mistakenly thinking he wanted me to give all my finances away), how is being broke going to help?" I took his advice, I started spending time with different homeless ministries. Over the course of 6 months, I ended up donating all of my wealth to different organizations. Truth be told, the real reason for my giving wasn't anything noble, it was simply because I didn't care. I was still walking in a haze, a never ending nightmare but something happened that transformed my life. I gave away everything I had yet I was still alive, He still feed me, took care of me, did everything a loving parent would do. I felt so alone after losing my wife but eventually I found that I wasn't really alone at all. He was with me, always was and always will.
I don't know if my story will help but I hope it brings some peace to anyone who reads this, we are never alone, Christ is with us for eternity. Keep that in mind and the love and joy that only He can give will eventually rush back into your hearts. You have my love.