Long story short, I went on a trip to New York with a friend who was making things very difficult. I was the most anxious I've ever been for three days straight. I was already anxious, then we went to this place called "the Dreamroom" where you sit in a room and two speakers play 32 sine wave tones very loudly. It gave me the worst sensory overload of my life. I left the room because I was having a panic attack and my friend was like, mad at me for being anxious and kept judgingly saying, "I just don't get it" as to why I felt the way I did. After she flew out the next morning, I had an actual mental breakdown. I cried from 10 AM - 1 PM. Then I was like, in a daze where my brain was fried. My other friend and I went to watch "Company" I could not take the show in at all. When we got back to his apartment, I couldn't stop crying and shaking. I was like, "this has to be a depressive episode" and he thought I was having a panic attack. Maybe both? I was also having really intense suicidal thoughts and I felt like I should go to the hospital, but I didn't want to burden him with that mess. I was able to go to the airport the next day and get back home, but I've been having constant crying spells since Sunday morning. I think maybe I was so stressed from the chaos it kickstarted a major depressive episode?  
Also, I have been not okay for days and everyone keeps telling me to just "stop it" and I can't.