I was doing so well right after mom's death. Most people couldn't believe how well I did. Few tears, everything done with precision and the funeral went well. I seemed to be getting back to a regular routine until about 2 weeks ago when it all finally hit me. I am an orphan. (okay I know that sounds strange but it's really how I feel). Who knew me better than anyone else in the world? Who as ALWAYS there for me when I needed her? My mom. My best friend. I think I didn't allow myself to break down after her passing. Now, it's almost much worse. The depression is stifling. Is this normal?