After a night of manic drunkeness, my frat brother's mom, an gyno with psych training came to visit. Having known me for several years she could tell there was a difference in my behavior: talking fast, following her around, jumpy. She told me I should talk to someone, so I suggested the help line so she could be in on the convo. This let me open up and by the end of the convo, the dispatcher told her to get me to the ER. It saved my life.
My suggestion: ANY time is a good time