I've been doing badly recently. Really badly. So badly that I've been put under the care of the local mental health crisis team. Mostly as I almost went as far as taking an overdose.
They obviously know this.
Now because I'm struggling it is a massive effort to do even the most basic tasks. It feels like I have a very small, finite amount of energy, and I have to ration it throughout the day. Unsurprisingly with an 8 month old, almost all of it is going on him. As such, personal grooming, eating and tidying have fallen off my scale.
I spoke to my HV about it, and she recommended Homestart. I said I'd think about it. I then mentioned this to the counsellor I was seeing from the crisis team. I didn't expect the response I got.
"Be careful about allowing too many professionals into your house, the more who see the house, the more chance there is your son will be removed. I think you should say no."
Luckily, I knew he was talking bullshit. But can you imagine if I didn't? I'd be refusing help, and also be paranoid about my son being taken from me. As for the suicidal thoughts? Oh I'm sure they wouldn't suddenly increase 
Of course, he's now denying he ever said it. Apparently I "misunderstood". Because, what would I know, I'm just a crazy lunatic. Nevermind that I suffer with depression not any kind of psychosis.
Oh and after this he turned up at our flat, looked at some boxes that were on the floor. Boxes with wrapping paper around them. And said, "and what are all these boxes?". No "Hello". No "How are you today?". When I pointed out they had wrapping paper hanging off them as they were birthday presents, his response was, "hmm". FFS.
He is convinced our home is a hazard to our son. It isn't. It may not be the tidiest place in the world. But to be fair, it is a one bed flat. Space is limited, it is going to be a bit cluttered. And I rarely feel up to even brushing my hair right now, tidying is not a priority. DS isn't even crawling yet, and he's never left unattended. Oh and the major thing, there are no massive hazards! He kept saying, "oh your son could pull things down on his head". What things? There are no things he can reach to pull down! It's not like we have stacks of precariously balanced objects around the room.