Grief decimates motivation. Out the door, down the creek, and gone. Blindly putting one foot in front of the other, while you walk the path of life, is like eating butter to lose weight.

You end up doing things that are bad for you because you just don't give a shit, and that's a terrible place to be in. Motivation gives you reason for being, a goal, an idea of who and where you really want to be. Without it your just floating on the creek.

It's also really hard to get motivated, when you're unmotivated to do it. I don't have an answer or a solution to this, just observing...