When I found out the truth about my father's suicide and my mother's involvement/lies about it a few years ago, while dealing with caring for her in the hospital at the same time (and while she was playing me, at the same time), I was highly unstable, and was unloading the details on a few people. No one ever said so to me outright about it, but I picked up on the signals early enough. I can be a bit "aspie" about such things, and learned about "blarping", so I learned to pull back and not say too much. (But when I keep to myself, I'm called anti-social and told I need to open up more. Catch-22...) But the damage was done, anyway, I know I wound up pushing away a few people, including my best friend. So now, I've gone back to bottling it all up and keeping my problems to myself. Which is probably for the best, as I don't want anyone to stop me when the time comes. Ironically, I don't want anyone stopping be in part BECAUSE certain people pulled me away and left me to deal with this alone. Their pulling away only contributed to my choice, since I see I'm always going to be alone, anyway.