Look, at the moment I get massively offended by someone offering me tea, sympathy and a bundle of cuddles - one of the lovely side-effects of depression as she are lived by me. So I figure if I'm reacting poorly, that's more likely to be me than you, and I do apologise for snapping back. I'm currently in full-on echidna mode - all prickles and "don't touch me, damnit" - and I'm overly defensive at the best of times (which this isn't). So I'm much more likely to snap first and think clearly about things much later, and I suspect you've caught some of that. For which I do apologise.

I've been lucky, I think - I found out there's a community nursing/care service which runs in my state which appears to be able to offer what I'm looking for, so I've sent them an email. If I'm really lucky, I'll get what I'm after, which is effectively someone to give me a willpower transfusion (or at least nag me into looking after myself). So much of the "help" offered to the mentally ill consists of platitudes and referrals to therapists, and advice on healthy practices and similar. At present, for me, those are rather like seeing someone drowning, and offering them swimming lessons - yes, it will solve the problem, and yes, it will stop the person from getting into such a situation again, but really, it's not the kind of assistance that's going to be any practical use right at this moment. Throw a rope, instead.

Plus I did invite harsh responses simply by the tone of the post, and to be honest, I tend to respond better to them at times than to soft ones. Side effect of growing up in a family full of depressives - I'm more used to having things dismissed and being told to suck it up and get on with life. Misery Poker as a coping mechanism, so to speak.