Letting the house go to hell due to depression

Hello, I'm just wondering if anyone has had this problem and how you dealt with the aftermath. At my lowest point, coming back from a suicide attempt, dealing with my divorce and my mom's suicide, I was just absent. I stayed in bed all day, only getting out of bed when my daughter came home from school and attempting to accomplish something. What's really bad is that we had several cats and a dog, I quit cleaning the litter boxes and basically lived like those animal hoarders you see on tv. This is not something I like to talk about as it's so embarrassing but, I'm sure i'm not the only one. Finally, someone called child services on me. I was so mad at the time but, it was the kick in the butt I needed. I finally asked for help and was able to put the child services visit off for a couple days while my family kicked into high gear and helped me. My dad ordered a dumpster and we threw a lot of stuff away that had been ruined, tore out the carpets, painted the floors with Kill Stain and got the house in good enough shape that when the lady from child services came she could find nothing wrong, other than needing new flooring, but the house was clean. this was a few years ago, however, I still have a bit of base flooring that needs to be removed and replaced and apparently the cat urine went up into the walls in some places so there is still a bad odor. I don't have the money, materials or know how to do it myself or hire someone. My dad had an older retired man come in here last here to do some minor handy things but that's when it was discovered that the some of the walls needed to be removed because of the cat urine, the guy did a little work, cut out a portion of the wall in my hallway, then never came back, ugh.

Looking back, I can't believe i lived like that and I know I never will again. I also see now that the problems I had with my daughter were all my fault and not just because she had a bad attitude. She went through a period of not wanting to go to school, kept saying she had stomach aches; I'm horrified to admit that I believe she smelled bad and the kids at school were making fun of her, she's never confirmed this but, surely that's what happened because of how bad the house was. I wanted to give my daughter a great life, which I did up until she was 10 and her dad left. At 14, I sent her to live with her dad, it was the best thing I could have done for her but I wish I could have gotten my crap together and given her the environment she needed, I wish I could have been stronger, I regret losing these years with her and the damage it's done to our relationship.

Sorry I went on for so long!

How is the relationship between you and your daughter? Have you ever sat down with her and talked about what happened?