This actually happened to me today.

I have been at the end of any rope I can hang onto in recent weeks. Im not going to blame this on the loss of my brother, Lyle in December. Its been a hard road for a long time. I felt as I was walking into my daughters school today that I had lost my Faith. It has never happened to me. When we lost Lyle I felt my Faith solidify. I felt closer to Heaven then I've ever been.

Whitney left her winter boots and glasses at home today.…

I am angry at Lyles doctor.  He had an appointment and the doctor did a UA, Lyle said he wouldnt have methadone in his system because he didnt like it. Lyle wanted Loratab for his pain management. The doc said that had too much tylenol and it would hurt his liver. So the doc did a UA, Lyle had no methadone in his system. The doctor doubled his methadone prescription, said if that didnt work he'd double it again...

Lyle was dead 3 days later.

Can anyone tell me more…

Why do I go from my life feeling managable to complete distress in a matter of moments,

for virtually no reason? Is that grief or something that requires medical attention?