There is a song, an old song, many have sang it over the years, but my favorite is when the late, beautiful Billie Holiday did. It's called "Good Morning Heartache". This song has greeted me every morning, along with my coffee, for several years now, and as crazy as it sounds, it is actually comforting to sing it. Out loud. It is therapeutic in its own way, to here my own heartache coming out of me. This is one way I cope with my own losses, and they are many. Singing through my grief, it is as relieving as crying. It lets the steam out of of my soul and takes the pressure from my breaking heart. No, I do not sing well, but it doesn't matter. It helps me and that is all that matters.
I lost my dad, mom, sister, cousin, and brother in a years time. It has been two and half years since the last (Mom), but my hands are shaking as I am typing this. I don't know when I will be over all that I have been through. I have just come to realize that I probably never will. So I look for little things to relieve me, in the moments I can't take it. I compare it to shell shock, and the tremors and flashbacks war soldiers face. It is the same thing. Lost a few years worth of memories, literally, due to all of the events that surrounded their deaths.
Everyone here has given such wonderful advice, there is really little to add. It does take time to get to a point where you can breathe fully again. I am not quite there yet, and I know you are not either. But, I really do not believe time heals. It just allows you to cope better. Coping and healing are two different things.
One piece of advice no one has mentioned that I would like to share with you is this: Don't let the grief of others interfere with your own. What I mean is, don't let the greater losses of others make your own grief feel inadequate. You know the old saying, someone's got it worse than you. You hear on the news of an entire family that died in a car wreck or something, and you think, wow! That's way worse than what I am going through. It took me some time to realize that just because someone is hurting "worse" than me does not mean I am not allowed to feel my own pain. I am hurting for the ones that I LOVE and have lost and hurting for the suffering that they went through, and that pain is very real and my loved ones deserve for me to feel it if I must. Feel your pain and work through it, don't mask it because someone "has it worse" than you. That is my advice to you, Cowboy.