Am I Crazy? The first person I saw in psychotherapy who was dealing with grief was quite certain that she was “going crazy.” She was in her early twenties, and her father had died suddenly in a violent accident. She was convinced she had seen him on the street after his accident, wearing the bandanna he always wore, and she could not shake this experience. She truly believed she had seen him, and she also knew this was not possible. Worst of all, she hoped she would see him again, even though she was worried about what he would look like after he had been fatally injured.
