I would say, at least in the carnivore community, we are all together. 
I made some sf chocolates for hubby today (tallow and cacao butter as fats, non-medicated so he can enjoy chocolate without getting too messed up 
), and I had one.
I wanted to taste what it was like with a new addition (cinnamon). It wasn’t all that great, tbh. 
Maybe it was that one taste, but now almost two hours later and my mood is dark and sour. Again. Was it the swerve triggering an (mini?) insulin spike? Was it just the taste? Or was it just something that happens to me, and how my thoughts work and seem to control my body…
I am so sorry your family makes you feel this way.
I think we all have something similar. Last xmas, at my aunt’s place, and younger sister (younger by 12 yrs, but she’s a professional and I’m “just” a retail worker) noted my great weight loss since she’d last seen me (100lbs), and asked if I’d “finally done the diet [she] told me about years ago”. I felt attacked, and just answered flippantly, “Yup!” and that was the end of that. I have NO idea what diet she was talking about. I will NOT ask her (she’s a bit of blowhard). Btw, she’s a paramedic, daughter of an RN nurse, so she’s quite immersed in modern medical belief systems. Believes in pills wholeheartedly. Her daughter (now 12) has been on anxiety meds for a few years at least. (I noticed some stimming/ticks in her actions, ie: repeatedly reaching up to pull on her earlobe.)
But it stayed with me, yaknow? It stayed in my head, going over and over in my head, all the possible meanings, hidden and not so hidden. Maybe I have a personality that feels attacked all the time (have they labeled this yet?), so I tend to exist on a defensive level, a hyperawareness of sorts that leads to chronic low grade stress that exacerbates an already precarious mental health?
Aaaannnnd I also tend to overthink things.
My boss tells me so once a week 
I wish I could offer advice on how to get past this, but I have none.
I’m still mentally reeling over an weekend/incident that happened late august. I talked about it with DH, ranted and raged, and cried. But it’s still there. Still sitting and fermenting within me. I feel like it’s a poison that I keep sipping at, and it keeps poisoning me. But I feel like I gotta figure out why I had such an intense emotional reaction.
It wasn’t anything “bad” per se, but a misunderstanding of reason, place, purpose, etc. Confusing? Yeah, that’s my head.
And it seems to be feeding other ideas/thoughts, and poisoning them too. I gotta get out of this funk!
THIS is why I’m doing zc, to see if my brain is indeed as inflammed as it feels (through thoughts and actions), or if this is just who I am, and I have to learn (finally) to deal with it, with who/what I am.