I was in the same exact boat. My roommate committed suicide and it kind of sent me into a downward spiral. I remember going to the hill for the first time after it happened to "clear my mind" but as soon as I got to the top of the park and was about to drop into the first feature, I just didn't want to ski. Thought to myself "wtf am I doing here?" It was a really weird feeling. I slowly started going skiing less and less. I had a friend tell me to come out west with him because I needed a break from my hometown. I figured moving to Alta, UT would re-spark my love for skiing. Got out there, and just still was not feeling it. I did have some pretty good ski days out there, I just was not on the hill every single moment I could be. I was getting maybe 15-20 days of skiing(if that) living right at the base of Alta. People would see me in my ski gear and be like "holy shit you're going skiing!" It's weird to think something that brought me so much happiness, and something that I put so much time/money into just kind of withered away for me.
I skied twice last season and maybe 3 times the season before. I still look at new gear and what not every Fall and this year I even bought a new pair of skis to hopefully start getting out there a bit more again. I met a girl while I was in UT though and everything started working itself out for me. Moved to WY(she got a job), went back to school, landed the job I always wanted, and that's all thanks to skiing because without it, I would not be where I am today.