I'm worried about myself

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Back in the 90s, I was treated for major depression and dysthymia, the latter being a long term but mild depression. I moved from Utah to Arizona when things went from bad to worse. My aunt lived in Southern Arizona. When my father hid the fact that my mother went into respiratory arrest and was in ICU, He and his sister thought telling me would push me over the edge. No. NOT telling me and lying to me pissed me off and compelled me to move back home. I became energized and focused. I felt great. I did well until after Mom died in 2008 (Dad passed five years earlier.) I began to lose even the temp jobs I was getting to keep my daughter and I housed and fed. Eventually, I gave up and went on disability. I just couldn't keep a job. I felt deflated. More recently, I've been feeling the depression stronger than I have in a very long time. I've never been suicidal, but I've been isolating myself from activities more and more. I now have a physical problem that's interfering with even the little I do want to do. My knees are shot. They are bone on bone. I need new ones. And my right arm and shoulder are joining in. I can't raise that arm above my head. It hurts to reach for and hold things of any weight over 5 pounds. It's getting me down in a big way. I've been working the elections for years, but I'm going to opt out of our primary next month. It's too difficult to move around, having to get up and down to help voters. I have a telemed appointment tomorrow. I have so much to talk about. He'll probably want to see me in person after our call.