helpless and hopeless

...that is how I felt around the time my dad died. It wasn't just his death; it included all of the crap that was brewing on the inside and out. Trying to deal with fighting for my dad's mineral rights brings all those feelings back, and suddenly, just like then I can't seem to figure out how to deal with them. Obviously, somewhere during my life I did learn to cope with my feelings, but I've forgotten, or the answers have been smothered by my panic and despair, and I become mired in stagnation.