I seem to be determined to destroy myself. Myself? I don't even know who that is - I am not sure i want to know anymore - i used to be a nice person.
Now i just exist, it seems - I fucked up my job so i left (weak), I haven't even been able to go onto a job website - its like there is a steel vault door between me and things like that. I just CAN'T do it, I am so very ashamed of myself, embarrased to be me.
I was OK when DD was home from school but now she is back and i have days of nothing, just nothing. Oh, there are plenty of things for me to do, but i can't - yesterday i washed up by hand because the logistics of unloading and loading the dishwasher totally flummoxed me 
I have been taking my meds - citalopram, so that is good right? Not when I am taking them with alcohol it isn't - i don't even want it FFS. There is no more alcohol in the house now so i wont buy anymore - that has to stop.
I am sorry if this is TMI but last night, me and my lovely DP were dtd (you know!!) and i was laying there thinking of ways to kill myself 
Please don't tell me to call the doctor or counsellors - i don't think they help, in fact i know - i was given an assesment for counselling and told a counseller would be in touch but also that i will have to pay - I can't pay, i dont work and our finances are tight, i can't waste £10 a week on counselling. Never mind that i woul have to take a bus - thats £16 a week, i can't do it.
I feel let down by the medics to be honest, its like they have told me that i will be ok on the citalopram, i was ok, becuse DD was home - she is my world, i feel like i can't live without her home.
I don't want this life anymore, i thought i could get back to the old me - i can't, im broken and its permanent.