My brother passed away in a car crash 10 months ago on 4/20 because him and his friends were all high. He was only 15 years old. For awhile things were okay. I missed him but I tried to keep on going because that's what he'd want but I'm spiralling downward. I have nightmares of the crash almost every night to the point that I am terrified to fall asleep. If I'm not keeping myself busy all I think about is him. Some days are better than others and I just can't shake this feeling. I feel so angry with him because he shouldn't of smoked, but at the same time i feel guilty for not stopping him. I don't know what to do, I'm going crazy.