I had been doing well until...Last week, after a rough conversation with my husband, I fell apart the next day, & became so upset I got a migraine and was unable to care for my children and I had no one to turn to and no one was around to come help me. (No family around.) I was lost, felt abandoned, and my kids were running around the house wondering what to do with me. My husband said he couldn't come help, so I ended up calling 911. I was at a very low point. I had seen my therapist that morning and I was not doing well, but she just let me go with no real direction. My husband ended up showing up and I calmed down & we talked about things & he helped me out for the rest of the day. My mom flew here 2 days later to give me a hand. The next week I went to see my therapist & I was completely embarrased that I had called 911. I had had a week to talk through it w/ my hubby though and I was doing OK. When I went to my therapist she took the tough loving approach & told me that I can't be calling the cops to babysit my children & that I nearly ended up in a psych unit and my kids in foster care. She said that I had to have known that would be the result and I have to learn to pick up the pieces and not turn to my husband for help. She kept going on about how I needed to find new friends and move on from PTSD and to learn how to use resources to find new things for me to do. I don't know why she thinks my friends are bad or that I don't have things to do. Sure, I'm always scared of what other people are going to do to me & always have to watch my surroundings, etc., but I still get out for my kids' sake. It was as if she just blew and told me to start putting some effort into my life and leave my husband alone so I won't cause him to lose his job. I cried all the while she was speaking to me and cried as a left for about another hour. I am fragile and trying my best to return to a normal life, but I still have this disease and I cannot just make it go away. I feel as though my therapist was calling me lazy, crazy & as if I had given up. PTSD is consuming my life and I battle it each day and try to keep positive & find fun things to do. I have been working so hard to get better & she scared me all over again and made my trust issues worse. I don't know if I can trust her anymore. I've had her for about a year. Should I stay or should I go or how can I fix what happened this week?