They live on in us?

I keep reading about and thinking that my mom (passed in January) and sister (passed May 2013) lives on in me and it’s a sentiment that I like and am trying to hold onto but I feel like I’m doing nothing to make them proud. I get up and go to work everyday and then I come home and pretty much sit by myself because I always feel drained.

Before my mom passed I was dealing with probably the worst depression I’ve ever dealt with it. When my mom was in the hospital and right after she passed I was able to push it to the side because she was the only thing that mattered. Now, I have nothing left in me but grief, depression and anxiety.

How am I supposed to make them proud and live for them when I have nothing? I’ve been isolating myself to the point where I don’t feel comfortable getting out of my bubble. It’s my own fault, I know but I’m just so lost.