Just annoyed with my son, his grades, food, everything.

I'll start off by saying that right now, I'm battling a hard war with depression and it seems to be winning. I'm barely functioning with the most basic of things for myself so I know 99% of my emotions is my fault. My depression comes out in bursts of annoyance, anger, etc.That being said, my son is now 14 years old. Failing almost every class. He was diagnosed with ADHD, now unmedicated. The meds were messing with his emotions and depression so "we" (he) stopped them. But he was failing classes before he stopped the meds. I'm at the point where I want to take away all electronics... but that leaves him with.... studying. Am I horrible in that aspect? Can i just take it all away? The TVs, gaming consoles, his tablet, phone? Hell, even stand over his shoulder when he's on his school laptop? Refuse him from going into the basement/ his room where the other TV is? (His room is off the basement so he can say he's going to "his room" but just stay in the den of the basement to watch TV). His teachers say he seems to know the stuff, he just struggles with turning in the work. Whether that's true or not, idk. He doesn't bring anything home (unfinished or graded work), the grades are updated but the assignments aren't. He has 2 study centers that he doesn't take advantage of either.A friend made a casserole dish for me/ us last night. I went to bed fairly early, he didn't eat until late so I told him to put the food away when he's done. I wake up this morning and the dish is on the counter. Awesome. More than half the dish is wasted because he couldn't be bothered to put it in the fridge. Waste of money, waste of my friends time, and dinner for tonight can't be that like I planned.... on top of that, a week ago, he wanted certain fruits. Promised he'll eat them. They're rotting away in the fridge bc he hasn't eaten them like he promised. I know it's little and stupid but my depressed annoyance makes them seem like a bigger deal.Today, I make him go on a walk with me and the dog. He's walking the dog, holding the leash. He ends up pulling ALL of the poop bags out of the container thing and I walk away bc I'm really frustrated by then. I turn the corner of the apartment building and I hear plastic against the concrete. He let the dog go... our dog is reactive, which means he gets super excited, can't control himself and it sometimes causes the other dog to feel like they have to defend themselves. So our dog is running... runs past me and goes after another dog. "I couldn't hold him"... bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. First, he's 5'10", 250 freaking pounds and he couldn't keep hold of the leash that's being "pulled" by a 17 lbs dog? Bullshit. He's just mad that I made him go on a walk! (When the dog "ran off", he hadn't seen the other dog so there was no reactivity on his side which causes him to really pull).I just want to go crawl back into bed and ignore everything. Let the next 40 years go by and hope I'm dead by then. I go Wednesday to probably increase my own antidepressants and next month, he sees a psychiatrist to see what meds can possibly help his depression without messing him up worse (given the family history.... schizophrenia is in the family, he's displayed some symptoms). via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/36xFez5