In 1973 I lost my oldest and closest brother to suicide. I was 23 at the time he was 30. I never cried but didn't know why. But it haunted me for years. I thought it was my fault. Shortly after his death, I married and had 2 beautiful boys within 13 months of each other. They were what I lived for. They were fun, funny and smart. I made it my goal in life to raise happy healthy kids. My parents were both alcoholics. My father was a very functional one and a very successful business man. My mother was not functional. A beautiful person when sober, but very neglectful when not. Never knew what to expect from day to day. So my main goal was don't ever do this to your kids. My husband and I never drank at home unless we had a party. I warned my kids about alcohol and how the tendency to become alcoholic is in our family. My oldest son became an alcoholic anyway. He was such a lost boy. We sent him to rehab, which he was willing to go through. We thought he was on his way to becoming better. He started drinking again we didn't know what to fo with him. We had years of trying many different things to help him. Nothing worked and he hung himself. He was 31 years old. My youngest son and him were very close. They lived about 2 hours away from each other. My other son also felt responsible and couldn't handle the guilt of not being able to help him. He died from heart failure 16 months later, he was also 31. It's been 6 and 7 years since this all happened. I didn't know that you could get PTSD from the loss of people that you love. I suspect that my youngest had a PTSD, but I had no idea, until I looked back on it, and finally realized that this is what is the matter with me too. I have not gone to therapy. I read everything I can on the subject and try to help myself. I know my thoughts cause me to have episodes but sometimes it sneaks up on me. Certain triggers I know about, but sometimes I'm taken by surprise about others, When I look back To my brother's death, I now see that I had flash backs and triggers 20 and 30 years ago, but maybe not as severe as what I have now. Yoga helps, breathing deeply helps, and trying to change my thoughts help. My worst times are when I feel I don't have support or am not understood. I don't want to go to therapy, I can't relive the trauma. I know I have PTSD, I have all but one of the criteria in the three categories.