Acceptance?

So for the past 5 months I've been sitting around my house waiting for someone to come through the door that wasn't going to come through the door anymore. I was waiting for someone to show up & do all of those things around my house that he always did. The other day my friend came over & helped me paint my room. I woke up the next morning in my freshly painted room with new bedding & had this overwhelming feeling that things were going to be okay & that I could do it. Since then I've been doing all sorts of things that Robbie used to do & have been decluttering the house. It's been so empowering. I've come to a point where I guess I've accepted that this is my life & I have to do these things now. Is it tiring? Yes but I'm proud of myself & am looking forward to finding out who I am.