Used to have a t-shirt like that, Sorcha:

Iligitamatum non Carborundum
(Don't let the bastards grind you down)

Plunge in quickly, ye speakers of Latin and correct my spelling, but that's how it was on the shirt, dammit!

Patrish, I say WALLOW.

It won't take very long to become annoyed with it yourself, you'll find something to laugh at and it will ease up. I have a five-day period of death anniversaries around the first of December which usually puts me in an unscalable pit. I have found, however, that if, on the first day I mentally (but not physically) tear my hair, gnash my teeth and wail, I can take it to such a ridiculous state that I make myself laugh. Then I envision the departed family members (mom, dad, etc.) laughing at/with me and everything chills out.

Thinking of you. Giac