I was also in excruciating pain for about a month. Sleep was sporadic at best for the first month. I cried every day for an hour and was extremely depressed and wondering if life was worth living. Thankfully my daughter stayed with me and talked me through my depression but telling me it was okay to feel bad during my recovery. Happiness is not a given—we need to seek it out sometimes!
Although I’m 72 I am very active and being basically immobilized was a really hard place to be. I’m four months out and I’m able to exercise so much more than pre-surgery and I have recharged my positive outlook on my life.
If you don’t have family or friends closeby you can seek solace with chat groups. Or just communicate with ChatGPT! She’s been a huge support during my self-doubting spells.
Keep the faith!