I'm definitely one of the lucky ones. I have a roof over my head, a job and a car. Been through an abusive marriage and divorce, physical illness and mental illness as well. It is not easy to keep going. I spent years never crying because I felt nothing, but today I am exhausted and drained from crying. My ds is 12, and can't be bothered at school. Trying to get him to, and his handwriting is like a 4 year old. He can't tie his own shoe laces. He gives up caring and trying. It's not his fault, it's mine. I've lived in a fog of depression since he was born, some days, weeks and months unable to even get up out of bed. Many nights in hospital, where I couldn't speak or move. But he has pressure on him to be meeting other people's standards.
My other ds has disabilities and requires extra care. I'm lucky that my family and partner are supportive. I am one of the lucky ones.
But I totally get it. Because wading through bullshit every day, and never feeling good enough.
Love and strength to any one going through difficult times. Reach out if you need help to Samaritans or doctors.