Yeah, you're right. I sort of lost my shit (by myself, quietly, in my own apartment, not near my mom) & called a local crisis line. They're hooking me up with crisis counseling, maybe something more long term. It's true, I wouldn't be much good to my mom if I lost my shit completely. I forget about that. She's better than when she came home; noticeably improved, I should say. So that's good. School stuff is still kicking my butt, but I have more time for it now.