Why does all this have to be happening at once? The worst part is I'm unemployed, waiting to see if I can get SSDI - probably will be denied, but will working at all make it even less likely that I'll get it? I am afraid to work, too anxious and depressed even with all the meds I'm taking. The house is so cluttered and dirty I can't imagine how I'll get packed and moved and extricated from my husband's stuff, but it has to be done. I don't expect anyone to reply to this post, I know it doesn't make much sense, but I can't get through the days.