Friday marks 7 years since the loss of my Dad. I wish I could say that this time of year gets easier as time goes on, but it really doesn't. I push my feelings down deep inside and busy myself with house work or kids activities. I'm not really dealing with it, but this is the only way I know how. Growing up, we were raised to not really talk about our problems. Just sweep them under the rug and pretend they aren't there. This doesn't work too well for me, as I'm quite emotional and not so good at ignoring the problem. If I'm mad and ignoring a problem, it comes out in a very angry burst eventually, if I'm sad it comes out in several blubbering tear filled moments. With this grief, it comes in waves of panic attacks. I really probably should have Xanax for days like these. There will be moments, or even hours at a time, that I'm pretty sure I'm having a heart attack. There is no warning, it just hits and stays awhile. S...