Doesn't it suck that (like Martha said) we try so hard to stave this off that, by the time it hits, it hits so hard?
It's good to hear that there are people around you who can help and that you can take some time to yourself. You may want to do absolutely nothing. That's okay. Don't worry about cleaning unless it gives you active peace to tidy up. Your physical body and mind are probably both exhausted and could use some rest. By letting yourself recuperate, you are doing a great thing for yourself and for your family.
I'm in my first week back on meds, too, and yesterday I thought I was going crazy. (Cymbalta, not even up to the target dose yet. Ugh.) Today I'm at work because I have to be, even though I still can't think, and I'm basically just wasting time until I can return to my cocoon at home. I've found over the past week that I really want comfort and security. So, some things that helped distract me briefly:
-- found a recipe that I used to make, bought the ingredients and made that;
-- I bought and read a light book ("The Devil Wears Prada") straight through;
-- I'm ignoring my husband;
-- listen to classical music in the background;
-- rant on my blog;
-- read a bunch of websites both about depression and about stupid celebrity antics;
-- keep reading David Burns's "Feeling Good" and doing some exercises from the above;
-- cleaned up some drawers (gave me a sense of satisfaction, briefly);
-- watch old star trek episodes;
-- procrastinate, procrastinate, procrastinate.
CBT exercises tend to distract me while I'm waiting for the meds to kick in. The only effect the meds have had so far is that I've stopped crying. I still feel miserable.
What did you end up doing today?