I can't catch my breath from the panic I'm feeling. Every little chore is too much and I struggle to do it. I'd rather not be here I'm such a burden. I can't calm down inside. My meds make sleepy and I just wanna lie I bed from the depression. Took all I had to shower. I still have dishes and trash and laundry to do. It's all too much. Inwish I'd never been born.