Everyone does need a therapist. Therapists rock.
I used to go to my mom's with her, and sit in the lobby. This huge lady was bawling her eyes out and it was just us, so I folded a business card into a little paper frog and jumped it all over the office, carrying on a conversation with the thing and nodding thoughtfully during the gaps where it would be talking.
She got so confused that she quit crying.
Switters, for the win.