I've gotten to the point that I don't even want to write in this forum because I feel nothing I can say means anything. It began a month ago when my therapist told me she doesn't have the time to read all my emails(I have this thing about using the phone...I can't so emails were my way to vent). I was crushed and haven't sent anything to her since. So yesterdays session I brought in some bullet points to go over for the first time. For some reason I began on the bottom of the list and told her about how I felt invalidated when she couldn't read my emails. She began saying something about boundaries and I lost my shit and yelled at her. For the next 30 minutes I dissociated. She snapped me out of it and continued saying the boundary was that I couldn't email her when I was suicidal. I snapped at her again about why she would make a boundary that I felt was common sense and we had already covered my contingency plan if I felt suicidal. Now I have 20 minutes left and I tell her I feel It usually takes the first 30 minutes to open up and I'm left with 20 minutes a week. She said we shouldn't waste that 20 minutes than. I told her 20 minutes IS a waste of time and I need more. So she reminded me only suicidal clients can see her twice a week. This is were I gave up. I'm homeless and have been suicidal for three weeks now and she can't see I'm f*cking screaming for help. I just don't know what the f*ck to do anymore!?