I suffer on and off with depression, came off fluoxetine early december as felt great.
Fast forward to now. I am picking, scratching, tweezering at my face and legs, I have lots of sores, scabs and scars. 
I think on a daily basis about how if DS were to die I would commit suicide to join him. I also become very anxious that if I were to die DS would live with his dad (he was emotionally abusive to us and is generally useless - as an example he didn't even manage to put DS's shoes on the right feet yesterday). I worry about morbid stuff like this everyday.
I like the house neat, clean and tidy and sway between getting it all perfect and feeling so overwhelmed that I don't want to pick up toys or wash dishes (i do eventually though as I think of DS, or how ashamed I would be if anyone popped round).
Spent weekend alone, went nowhere, spoke to no one, cried while I walked the dog, etc.
I feel so lost and useless. 