Many, many years ago I befriended a sweet, down and out, elderly gentleman neighbor. I made plans to take him to my parents house for Thanksgiving dinner. I was only 19 years old when this took place. Early on Thanksgiving morning....I knocked on his door and found that the door was unlatched. I called to him but no answer. I walked into his house out of concern for his wellbeing. To make a long story short....I found him murdered, on his dining room floor. I was shocked and frightened. I was later angry because the police didn't pursue the case because he was just a sad, alcoholic, junk collector and not worth the effort of a follow up or investigation.
For about the first 5-8 years......when Thanksgiving came around...I would grieve. I was so sad and still felt angry at the injustice of the whole thing. Then for a few years it seemed to fade into the background and I don't remember thinking about it much. Then I started seeing a pattern of becoming anxious and/or depressed around this time of year for no apparent reason. Would something like this actually be considered PTSS?