Hi. So I desperately need

. I'll write the short story first and elaborate after.
TL;DR: My wife is pregnant and has been forced to stop her usual antidepressants. She is currently not in therapy because of bureaucratic issues and she's spiraling fast (suicidal thoughts, self-harm attempts). I am basically her only source of support and I am exhausted. I myself have depression, anxiety, PTSD and fibromyalgia. Every day is hell on Earth and I legitimately do not know how to handle this situation.
Okay, so going into the thick of it now. We are an
LGBTQ+ couple (she's a cis lesbian, I'm non-binary assigned female at birth and pansexual) and happily married for over two years. We decided to have a baby and have been attempting via IVF for a while now. If anybody is wondering why we would try to have a baby before dealing with her borderline and my mental health issues and fibromyalgia, it's because she's getting older and we risk infertility if we wait. We are not elligible for fostering or adoption either, so please don't ask why we don't try that in the future instead.
Anyway, she finally got
pregnant and had to quit her antidepressants to lower the risk to the baby. It's month 4 of the pregnancy and the entire experience has been nothing but a nightmare. Before getting pregnant, she had just been accepted into a therapy program specific for BPD, but got kicked out when she told them she was expecting because the program can last between 1.5-3 years and they feared she wouldn't be able to attend when the baby was born. They put her in a non-BPD specific, intensive group therapy program instead that lasts nine months. After the first month she got violently sick for weeks (hyperemesis or extreme morning sickness) and was not able to attend therapy twice because of it. So she got kicked out again.
They effectively left her all alone while pregnant, with no meds and no therapy. Everything went downhill from there.
Every day is a battle. She'll wake me up early just to tell me how anxious and sad and depressed she is, and will need me to calm her down and reassure her for up to an hour just enough for us to get out of bed. The anxiety continues all morning and she barely talks to me. All I can do is repeat my reassurance and tell her I love her and support her in whatever she needs.
She basically stares at the wall all day and cries, and absolutely nothing brings her any joy, so she doesn't even try anymore. She mostly laments how long the day is and how she doesn't know what to fill it with. Almost every day she'll call her mom and end up crying to her. Every day she'll need me to cuddle with her and talk her down for several hours throughout the day, especially since she's begun saying her life is meaningless and she wants to die.
Lately I've started taking sharp objects away from her because I've caught her trying to self-harm.I am at the end of my rope. I've lost all joy and happiness. I live with a person who's basically a zombie but drains my energy and spirit like a dementor. Her parents don't understand mental health so she can't rely much on them, and she's not very close with the rest of her family and doesn't open up to her friends (borderline, amirite).
I'm her sole source of support, which sucks because I'm from a different country and I don't have friends or family here for me to ask for help. My parents also don't get it because people in my life don't understand how BPD works as much as I try to explain it.
I've tried talking to her doctor and having him write to the psychological service so she'll get to see ANY therapist, but they only have available a woman who is just a grief counselor AND a priest. If anything, she's making it worse by implying my wife's depressed because she's not trying to enjoy things hard enough. I tried to bring up my concerns with the midwife during an appointment, but she was just alarmed and started talking about group therapy hosted by child protective services, which scared the sh#t out of me. I don't want them to take my baby. I'm trying my effing hardest to keep it together. I wanna be a good parent. I know I can be, even with all the things I struggle with. I am currently in weekly therapy for my PTSD and I get home visits from a physiotherapist and an ergotherapist to help with the fibro twice a week. I train every day. I'm in so much damn pain every waking second and the strain of the situation at home, all the effort I'm making with all the therapy I'm doing and everything is making it way worse, but I am doing it for my baby. And my wife is so depressed and anxious that she has literally not bonded with the baby in the slightest. Sometimes she almost forgets she's even pregnant, and she has told me she kind of
resents the baby and she doesn't like to think about it, even though she still wants to have it. When we have ultrasounds and such she's confessed to pretending to be excited so it won't raise alarm with the doctors, but she feels nothing. I don't even know how to handle this.
I feel so alone, I'm so f*cking tired.
I'm being a partner, a caretaker, a therapist and a suicide hotline all at once at all times and I can't take it anymore. I don't have anybody who will check on me and how I'm doing mentally and physically. Even my wife has apologized that she barely every checks on me because she's so focused on how poorly she's doing.
Recently her doctor has started her on a low dosis of SSRI antidepressants but honestly they're not doing sh#t. I think she needs proper therapy and I literally do not know who the hell to beg for it. We can't afford private terapists either, because to top it all,
currently neither of us is working. She's been on sick leave for over a year while trying to get treatment for her BPD. Now that it's been more than a year, she's getting only 66% of her original salary from the government. And I am not working because every second of my life is pain, exhaustion and suffering, and because I am attending all sorts of therapy and I'm at the doctor all the time. I'm not even getting any kind of benefits from the government because I was a freelancer before I got sick, not "properly employed", so I'm screwed.
We are doing horribly economically and that's directly link to her declining mental health as well as mine. I'm hoping I'll be declared disabled soon so I can perceive some sort of economical help, but it's not guaranteed.
I never anticipated things getting this bad when we were planning to conceive.
She's struggled before, but this is a whole new level of horror and despair, and it's really taking its toll on me, both mentally and in terms of pain. Especially because I'm mostly house-bound and some days she's the only human being I'll interact with. I don't think anything could have prepared me for the state of things right now. If she at least had a decent support network, I'd be able to put my energy towards running the household and forcing myself to work in whatever capacity I can. But she's taking everything from me.
I have absolutely nothing left to give and she still needs and needs and needs and I can't keep going like this.
Any advice, any word of encouragement, ANYTHING AT ALL, is welcome. Please help. I feel like the healthcare system and the government are both being extremely uncaring and there is no help to be found. I just feel like giving up and I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can't live another 5 months searching my wife for sharp objects. I know probably no one can do absolutely anything to help, but I wanted to at least vent because if I don't put all this into words somehow I feel like I'll go insane. If you got this far, thank you for reading and have a lovely day
