I became a widow at 26. My husband died of a heart attack on the three-year anniversary of the day I lost my mom to a brain aneurysm. Showing up at work in the midst of my grief was one of the most difficult things I've ever done. I was a psychotherapist. I knew about grief . But knowing about grief didn't make working through it any easier. I only had two days of official bereavement time, but my physician diagnosed me with acute stress disorder (the precursor to PTSD). That allowed me to tap