Since Dad died, I have been so self conscious and so self critical, thinking back about so many things and talking to myself a lot.I am alone in the house. A lot of reminders, a lot of memories come flooding in and I do cry sometimes out of the blue, which I guess is normal. But I feel kind of paranoid. My neighbor keeps inviting me to social gatherings at her house where I don't really know anyone.She loved my Dad and knew what I did for him and is so nice. But I get so nervous and afraid. But I don't want to offend her by not going. Is this just part of the process?