My beloved dog, who was nearly 16, passed in Oct. He was my life, my everything. I literally was with him every single day, as I worked at home, unless I traveled but sometimes I would travel with him.

I have a second dog, they grew up together and I love him and he is great but I just feel, even after all this time, I'm not me anymore. I feel like I am just trying to figure out who I am now and where to go from here

The things I used to do, are just too hard now or I've lost interest in them, I've distanced myself from people...by choice.. as I prefer being alone with my dog as much as possible.

I try to find happiness but even walking my current dog is not the same, I don't care as much anymore.

I am in therapy and my therapist is great, he even knew my dog so he understands alot about the loss, but he is literally my only consistent support in life. I'm not sure why I posted this, I guess, I just need to know this aspect of grief is normal and is there any hope, will I ever be me again or do I have to become a new version of me?