I've been there, but not feeling bad about the children, instead the culprit was their father. I'd be depressed and medicated, literally letting the kids jump on my head. Thank God for Sesame Street! I'd be able to watch them, feed them, talk to them, but I was so barely functioning I actually taught them to know how to dial 911 if they ever see Mommy passed out and can't wake her. We all made it through OK. They are in college now and doing fine. I finally just left their father.