Name changed to post this - sorry long
Have suffered with depression on and off since I was a teen (sleeping lots, ill all the time, drug abuse (as a teen), suicidal thoughts), but recently I have been having thoughts that things would be much easier if I wasn't here/that I want to die.
Have had a very stressful few years, DH and I were made homeless by DH's mother whilst I was pregnant, lived in a hostel with people smoking crack in the room next door when DD just born nearly two years ago. Moved twice since then in to different temporary accomodation. I have worked since DD 7 months old as DH struggling to find work, but still bfing so have not had a good nights sleep in over two and a half years. I am trying to stop bfing altogether this week but job stressful and now I work ft so I am not coping with the lack of sleep. Have been ill with one virus after another since Christmas and am just exhausted. We are about to move yet again (because flat they placed us in is full of damp and mould due to roof problems), but they are stalling having said it would be three weeks it is now more like 2 1/2 months so we are living out of boxes and sleeping in the same room as DD which is making the whole night weaning thing even harder.
Today DH could not find his hat and got all stressed out about the fact that we can't find anything and are still living out of boxes, this culminated in him having a massive go at me for not pushing to speak to the housing manager on Friday to get a date for our move. I spoke to someone who said they had told the manager to chase the contractor as they had been unable to contact them. I didn't speak to the manager as I find dealing with the council very stressful as they never give you a straight answer and DH always disbelieves what they tell us anyway which causes more stress. DH would speak to them but they will not allow him to be a tenant so as I am the tenant I have to be the one. I am so fed up of living in limbo and fighting with the council and then fighting with DH when they inevitably stall, don't do their jobs or lie to us. Cannot afford to go private or else I would seriously consider it just to get rid of the stress.
It all snowballed today and I ended up crying hysterically and telling DH how I had been having suicidal thoughts. He said he can't deal with another family member with mental illness (his brother has history) and that I needed to fix up for the sake of DD. I know I need to fix up and usually when I get to this stage I deal with it by giving myself a good talking to, but it is so hard to see the wood through the trees at the moment. I am wondering if I should seek help via GP, but am worried it will lead to SS involvement in my family and I don't really want to take AD's unless really necessary. Do the GP's really help? Would counselling help? Had some as a teen, but it didn't help as it didn't change the situation that was causing the depression in the first place.