This is better advice than it probably sounds like right now too. When my sister died, my doctor wanted to put me on an antidepressant immediately. I told her

This is better advice than it probably sounds like right now too. When my sister died, my doctor wanted to put me on an antidepressant immediately. I told her I wasn't depressed. I was having an appropriate grief response to the sudden loss of my sister. But a year later, when I still couldn't bring myself to care about anything, including whether my life continued or stopped, I decided it was time for a small boost. Raise the baseline again. Don't try to push the grief out, but maybe get me just high enough that I want to get out of bed, that I want to go outside, that I want anything again. A year after I started taking meds, things were still hard, and I still missed my sister profoundly, but my future wasn't blank anymore. I could start to imagine forms happiness might take. And I tapered back off the medication. It's not the right answer for everyone, all the time, but it might be the right answer for you, now or soon, for awhile.