This year so far has possibly been one of the worst I've ever endured for so many reasons. I sometimes wonder if I'm being punished for my previous life or something. For starters, I seem to be chronically ill and have so many ongoing health issues now that you'd think I was 90 years old or something. My shoulders are so seized up that I cannot even scratch my back anymore, and the pain in my knees means I struggle to get up the stairs. I also have pain in my chest from all the scar tissue that's so bad some days that I have to be careful how I hold my daughter. I have already been hospitalised this year which seems to be a common theme in my life right now. It feels like I spend more time in hospitals than with friends sometimes. Even my wife was sent to hospital when the Dr feared she was having a miscarriage (And yea, I'm having another child
). It was so stressful that I thought my heart was gonna brake out of my chest.
I can mostly deal with all this but I feel like I have the weight of the world on me at times. There was a tragic death in our family, and then another within the same week. My mom is severely depressed and I do my best to help her but she's been deteriorating to the point that I've felt like I've been on suicide watch. It's a huge burden to bear. My dad is too ill to look out for her. Anyway, I suppose the straw that broke the camels back happened last weekend when my mom became so ill that I took her to the Drs to get some more professional help. She had a complete nervous breakdown and was crying and screaming in desperation and it was soul-destroying for me to witness. There was nothing I could do that would help. Within an hour of the same day, the crisis team came out to my moms' house and spent over an hour with her. They spoke with her about her childhood - which I've heard before - but it never gets any easier to hear. She had such a terrible upbringing which is obviously the root cause of her mental health issues. She also discussed her previous two suicide attempts in which she took overdoses of Effexor XL. There is nothing any of us can say at this point that can help and she has already seen every psychiatrist and psychologist going, including private ones. However, the current crisis team seem to have calmed her anxiety down and she told me that the psychiatrist she saw yesterday was brilliant. It's a long story, but in the past a psychologist who was clueless, and who I'm still extremely angry with, completely messed my moms head up by doing something that she has never got over. When she explained this to the new team they apologised and said "we're so sorry this happened to you. This person was clearly not trained properly."
Next week she is starting CBT and they are changing her medication. I really hope it helps her as it's really been weighing me down on top of everything else. I feel defeated right now. OCD and depression are pure evil.
Sorry for the long post but it's been slowly building up within me and I felt the need to vent a little. Life can be brutal at times, so when I see others suffering on here I sincerely feel all of your pain.

I can mostly deal with all this but I feel like I have the weight of the world on me at times. There was a tragic death in our family, and then another within the same week. My mom is severely depressed and I do my best to help her but she's been deteriorating to the point that I've felt like I've been on suicide watch. It's a huge burden to bear. My dad is too ill to look out for her. Anyway, I suppose the straw that broke the camels back happened last weekend when my mom became so ill that I took her to the Drs to get some more professional help. She had a complete nervous breakdown and was crying and screaming in desperation and it was soul-destroying for me to witness. There was nothing I could do that would help. Within an hour of the same day, the crisis team came out to my moms' house and spent over an hour with her. They spoke with her about her childhood - which I've heard before - but it never gets any easier to hear. She had such a terrible upbringing which is obviously the root cause of her mental health issues. She also discussed her previous two suicide attempts in which she took overdoses of Effexor XL. There is nothing any of us can say at this point that can help and she has already seen every psychiatrist and psychologist going, including private ones. However, the current crisis team seem to have calmed her anxiety down and she told me that the psychiatrist she saw yesterday was brilliant. It's a long story, but in the past a psychologist who was clueless, and who I'm still extremely angry with, completely messed my moms head up by doing something that she has never got over. When she explained this to the new team they apologised and said "we're so sorry this happened to you. This person was clearly not trained properly."
Next week she is starting CBT and they are changing her medication. I really hope it helps her as it's really been weighing me down on top of everything else. I feel defeated right now. OCD and depression are pure evil.
Sorry for the long post but it's been slowly building up within me and I felt the need to vent a little. Life can be brutal at times, so when I see others suffering on here I sincerely feel all of your pain.