My bdaughter contacted me saying that she was going to commit suicide. Thankfully I talked her down. My dog (the only living being that doesn't judge me) growled and snapped at me, my therapist had a cow when I asked her help to deal with an impulse, my husband and family don't believe that I should be in therapy. I give up, no joke, it's too much, I am the rock for the world but no one is the rock for me. My mother' bday is coming up (she was the main perpertrator) and I'm nervous about my reaction especially now that I have no one to talk to. I've had it with helping everyone else and no one is there for me. I'm a fake- all professional on the outside and all messed up on the inside- flashbacks of all sorts. I'm serious- I don't know what to do.