For a long time I've had trouble "doing things." I think it may be due to depression. But when I moved in with my mom, to help her out, NOT doing things was not an option. (When I had insurance, before moving in with mom, my psychiatrist gave me Provigil. It was a miracle worker. Then I lost my job and lost my insurance, and the cheap doctors I went to wouldn't give me a prescription for it.) So there I was at mom's with no Provigil and no way to do things to help her, so I started taking her pain pills. They helped tremendously; I got all kinds of things accomplished. That was autumn 2012. So, for almost 4 years, I've been taking her pills off and on. Now my brain is probably totally screwed up from them. We have company coming in 3 weeks, and I CAN'T DO A D**N THING. Mom has hidden the pills from me. I would love to move away because living with her, between her emotional & verbal abuse, and the pills, is killing me. I wouldn't even mind going to rehab, as long as it would help my depression & physical health, too. But I don't have a way to pay for rehab, and the free government rehabs won't be what I need. Plus, someone else would have to take care of mom, and the dog. Yes, it's doable, but I am in no shape to do it. I am far too depressed. What a mess.