Covid hit right after our Dad passed. I swear he had it and they didn’t know what it was yet….We will never know. I dealt with Covid fine I thought, but thinking about it, I think it affected me more than I thought. Worry, isolation, a different world. I didn’t get Covid and thankfully didn’t lose anyone close to me, but still….it did something to me. We lost our priest, my boss in April of 2021 . We found him unresponsive in his room and he passed a few days later. It was a scary and heartbreaking thing to have happen to this man of faith. I was concentrating more my job, and cleaning out the rectory to prepare for our new priest so I still didn’t find time to deal with my Dad, my Mom, or my Covid feelings, which me and my Sis have named, “The Trifecta”. It wasn’t until my new boss moved in in July, and things are getting into a routine that I am realizing that something isn’t right. I don’t feel right. My Sis thinks I may have a type of PTSD from “The Trifecta”. Can that