bookmaven - at around 5 months I was about the same. It seemed like I was a prisoner or something - hard to explain. All I knew was that I had to persevere if I wanted to come out on the other end. After six months my entire attitude toward life started to change. This was my convalescence period after having gone through the "stages" of grief. A lot happened in my life suddenly. My life was turned upside down. I'm still not back on top of the mountain, but I'm back on my feet. Had to learn how to walk before I could run again. Perhaps that is where you may be. You'll pull through. Just don't give up.