Life just seems like one load of bad luck after another. I'm a single mum , one dd. In the past two years, I've become ill (depression mainly) , dds dad died (my ex at the time) been diagnosed with fibromyalgia, three suicide attempts. Finally get myself on an even keel and on different meds, start my masters and then I get ill again, New meds make me sick as a dog, doing ok despite everything, then I trip and break my foot. I'm on crutches. Know it's trivial but I'm at the end of my tether and sick. I've got assignments looming, worry because I've missed time, am still sick, it's Xmas coming and I'm in tons of debt and can't afford anything for dd and I just want to disappear :( throughouly Fed up. Anyone else feel their illness is just the tip of a very big iceberg some days?