Update: I shared my whole story with my friend and she wasn't surprised one bit, although she did seem a little overwhelmed. I got her full support. We talked for 3 hour about all kinds of stuff, not just my s***. It was one of the best visits we had in a long time. Just for "fun," as I was driving her home, we went past the house I grew up in. It has been fixed up and looked a bit different, but when I saw the back door open it triggered me. I was ok but that was probably a dumb thing to do.