It's Official

I'm depressed. 
At least I know it now and can *hopefully* change my habits before they become too destructive.
I just realized the past few days that my reaction to everything is to eat crappy food.
Over the past month, I have gone to SD, which was hot and muggy compared to my desert home.  I have a hard time keeping a positive self-image when visiting.  My beautiful & amazing mother verbalizes her hatred for her own amazing body multiple times a day.  And while praising my ability to lose weight, she constantly berated her own size 10 figure in front of me.  Even if I was smaller, I would still hate to hear her speak these things aloud.
Add to that the fact that I have NEVER been her size in my semi-adult years (post middle school), and how she says she is so "fat", and I feel like I had to constantly remind myself of my inner beauty to just get through the 2 weeks.
My husband was on his own vacation, so I wasn't even able to get hugs from him and cell reception for him was minimal, so I couldn't really talk with him like I had wanted.
Then, on my last day, I found out that the tooth pain that just sorta came out of nowhere was because a molar of mine needs a root canal and crown.  I got this mostly figured out after getting home, but my tooth is in so much pain I am taking ibuprofen/tylenol almost constantly.
At the very end of our vacation, about two hours before we were planning on taking off, my husband's step brother set off fire crackers (which are illegal here) 10 feet from me when I had let my guard down.  I FLIPPED out.  Like, screaming, crying, hyperventilating, picturing my son being blown up by this idiot's idea of a good time.  NOT a good day for me.
Since then, I have been on edge.  Add to that the fact that my son is entering his "terrible twos" phase with extreme fervor--complete with screaming at nothing, hitting, licking (yes, putting his tongue on everything, including me, the ipad, and many disgusting things), and then wanting me to sleep right next to him at night--and I may just be on my last nerve. 
I tend to hide under a desk when stuff like this happens, figuratively speaking, and so I couldn't make it to church (too many people in one spot) and it killed me to leave the house.
So I ate.  And stopped making good food because all I wanted was chocolate.  And cake.  And frozen pizzas.  And anything else that would make my mother cringe to know people eat.  Except Spam.  That stuff grosses me out to even think about.  *shudder*
And it wasn't until yesterday that I finally admitted I was depressed. 
My son has been going through a hitting phase--this is not a happy thing for me & stresses me out more than I can even begin to tell you.  He started hitting me yesterday when I had no option but to just hold him until we got to the car.  By the time we got to the car, I had already decided to get +Taco Bell.  What can I say, tacos are a comfort.
So now I am left with more weight to lose (I have gained 6.2 lbs since SD), a dark cloud hanging over my head, and very little sleep since my mouth is in pain.
Hopefully this will pass soon.