Hello everyone. Firstly I would like to say it's great to see so many people getting help from this site. Secondly, I am NOT suicidal, this post is in reference to my ex-girlfriend. I could make this a very long post, but I will do my best to keep it fairly brief. She and I met two years ago, I can tell you now I am a personal trainer, life coach and group fitness instructor, I have a hero complex. Before I had met her she had attempted suicide at the age of 18 and went to a mental facility for it. The two years that we were together she never attempted it, let alone spoke about it. We had alot of incredibly fun times ( travel, friends, comedy shows etc) but I also saw the sad/numb side of her. We have had our issues, she cheated on me about 8 months ago, but we got back together and things seemed to be going well. About a month ago she broke up with me and decided she needed to move back from with her family up north. It was a two year relationship and she said she was my best friend and forever grateful. We did not fight during the relationship and we had a very loving goodbye. However it is important to note that we did NOT have good communication. It is also important to note that she has depression, anxiety, no friends and developed bulimia after our trip to Europe together in late May. She was taking meds for her anxiety and depression ( recently a new anti- depressant) and seeing a therapist and psychiatrist. So when we broke up I experienced the usual heartache, but gave her space. However last night, her father called me at 12am telling me that she texted him saying she fucked up and <mod edit - methods>. I raced over there and found her with <mod edit - method details>. The last thing she was looking at was my facebook and my ex ex girlfriends facebook. She was taken to the hospital and I spent the last 24 hours with her. At the start of the evening she was incredibly loving ( kissing, I love you, I missed you etc) and after the PET team came in she turned incredibly cold to me and her family ( especially her parents). She has been taken to a facility and I truly am at a loss of what to do. I don't know who she is, the loving confused scared girl, or the cold one I witnessed. I want to visit her, I want to be there for her, I want to love her. She has nobody but her family and maybe 3 or 4 co-workers who don't really know her. I can't help but feel guilt for some reason, I just want her better. Any advice on this issue would be greatly appreciated.