It is such a tough time of year and I'm so thankful to read your story. Most people who know me think I'm fine...but the ones closest to me, like my boyfriend, just can't understand. My son died 2 days after thanksgiving. He was 2 months old, had been sick a lot, but had started sleeping through the night. I woke up around 6am, and picked him up and he was cold. I didn't know what to do...I asked my now ex husband what to do...called 911, and I haven't been completely the same since. It has been 5 years this last thanksgiving. I don't break down like I used to, but I still have my days. Everybody says I need to get over it...but I can't completely. I still have some hardcore breakdowns. The doctor diagnosed me with ptsd, but a lot of people I know call bull. Am I crazy?