So I can't shake the feeling that my family hates me and wants me dead. It's very painful. My husband insists I'm probably depressed because of how teary I became yesterday. My anxiety is through the roof and I'm trying to learn to live with it. Therapy doesn't work for me and meds mute me. Miguel should be at his grandma's by tonight. I'll feel much better then (hopefully) because I worry about my family getting into driving accidents. I've been trying to sleep but with my anxiety it's not working. My sister is on her way here. My house is trashed, I haven't showered in days. I really need to find motivation. I would like to one day work but I'm hesident to even volunteer an hour. I want to help I just don't know how to present information in a fun way.