Sounds like a case of the "f**k-its. I know I'm alive when I see a problem of nature that the emotions become who I am---being a little empathic. I mean, yeah the m. hospital, medication, and interventions. I was sick, no one knew how sick, even me..
And you should be able to see a doctor, or if you want a "sliding scale" you'll get pooled into a county or state system. Obvious to me is getting a "family therapy." The kids just get the vibes from Mom. Take care of yourself.