The problem today is not my boyfriend's care needs. It's my being awful depressed.

He's here, safe and sound. What he needs today I can do. I only have to get through today. I don't really, absolutely have to worry about tomorrow today. Won't do much good. What's dogging me down is that I'm despondent. It's an episode of depression. It will wear off. I'm not getting needs of my own met. Caring for him brings some satisfaction. But I was promised some help. A parade of professional people and bureaucrats are making money off of his illness. Just the other day a registered dietitian wanted to come out for the umpteenth time to counsel us. What a waste of money. He should eat what he can eat that he's able to eat. I'm not a moron. I know what constitutes a nutritious meal. But there's professionals lined up wanting to interact with him and me for big fees. I need help that doesn't gave a degree after its name. Someone to stand by while I go to the store. Never enough money for that.