Two years ago I posted here about starting life at 37 years old

Depression, anxiety, and illness since middle school. Never got a driver's license. The majority of my life has been spent in isolation at home. I had an existential breakdown and wanted desperately to make my life better.

I got back into treatment for my ulcerative colitis, found a therapist, and tried Lexapro. Two years later I'm still too sick to hold a job, still too scared to drive, Lexapro further damaged my already messed up brain and my therapist agreed that talk therapy is of no real benefit to me.

I'm still right where I was, two years closer to 40 and more tired and defeated than I've ever felt. Plus now I have insane symptoms of ADHD that my doctor refuses to treat me for. Also about to lose my state insurance so there might be no more treatment in my future at all.

Good things I've done: published three books in two years, stopped drinking on weekends and brought down my dangerously high cholesterol, changed my third shift life to allow me to leave the house more often, and greatly reduced my time spent on video games.

Tl;dr: Nothing I do is bearing fruit and I feel absolutely screwed and don't know what to do.