I'm sorry, Arable. I still have those times, but what I found is that slowly, ever so slowly, some thought would come into my head and I would actually smile. Or realize, for just one minute, that I was thinking of something else.
The advice didn't work for me either and the platitudes got to feeling insulting.
A couple things finally started working, though the grief still sneaks up and grabs me. I hope they might help you.
There's a post or two that replied on your thread that said to remind yourself of the good things you have left and that's part of what I had to say.
I went to a far more basic place than that, a more basic level of living and it's gradually pulling me up by my boot straps again. Because, you see, the days...well, the days of our lives will continue to come. The sun will poke in the window in the morning whether we want to face it or not. Deadlines and family still need us and want us around...life continues.
The first thing I did was to make lists, because the pain and shock brought me to where I didn't know the date or time, for a long while. So I just made lists of anything that needed me.
Then, I started with one thing a day I vowed to accomplish and I made a list of that, too. At night when I went to bed all alone for the first time in 20 years, I read those lists. Mostly the one with an accomplishment.
I told myself things, too. The most important is that I did it all myself, even if it sounds juvenile, that's the basic part. No one helped me...I'm still going. I got something done today.
Tomorrow I will do two things.
Then I will rest. I will let the grief come.
I will admit that life is changing.
There is a lot more I had to do, but eventually felt a propeller getting me up every day, or forces outside of myself, telling me that life and my child needed me. And otherwise, he would win.
The other thing I will close with, that I still do, is to try to think through the curtain of grief and think of something -anything-that was part of your life before knowing your spouse. Old friends, places you went, connect with family. Going back to my roots has helped intensely and I've remade some wonderful, strong connections.
Some people even said that they stepped far aside when I got married, because Nearly Exh was such a strong personality.
I tried the meds and can't handle the side affects and am a a single parent, so have been going through this without them. For me, at least, the constant grief and crying has abated to cloud bursts that are shorter and shorter. I'm about six months out from "the whole truth and nothing but the truth"...and still not knowing all of it.