This may seem an insignificant post to everyone else, so apologies if that's the case.

I'm just doing battle with something here. My husband died in July 2005 and I still blame myself a bit for his death. Don't matter why. The point is a huge part of me knows it's stupid, and everybody told me from the start not to go there. But a part of me still feels this way.

How to deal? And is this normal after so long?