Am I becoming my mother?

     I've been taking Cymbalta for 3 years now, and I battle with depression everyday.  Maybe I've been misdiagnosed?  Maybe its Bipolar?  Maybe the meds are not working or maybe they are working and I just don't realize it?  There are so many days that I just want to stay at home and be a "Hermit".  I make myself get up, get dressed and go to work and function like a "normal human being", but it is exhausting to me, to act like everything is fine.  I'm tired and I'm afraid that I will end up being like my mother. 

     My mother battles with severe depression but won't admit it.  She goes to work (as an office manager), but as soon as work is over, she goes home and she stays there!  I call this her, "Hermitting Up".  She won't go anywhere.  She declines any invitation to do anything.  Every time I call her, and I'm a good daughter and call often, she says that she is "cleaning her house".  But,...the last few times I visited (I live several states away), her house was a disaster!  She had not vacuumed in months.  She has 2 little dogs (really sweet and cute ones) that she just lets go!  She does not bath them or do there nails.  One of them is a Pom. and his nails were so long, he could barely walk and his hair was a matted mess.  She must go home and sleep all the time, because the dogs have gone potty all over the carpets.  Its not like the poor little guys are not trying, because they are going to both the doors to go to the bathroom, they just can't get out.  I've tried to talk her into getting a doggie door, or doing anything with her house for that matter, and she makes very excuse in the world to not do it.  I think that she just does not want to be bothered with having someone there. 

     My mothers house is infested with mice.  There were mouse dropping everywhere!  All over the kitchen counters, the dining room table, the floors.  I've spoken to her about the diseases that mice can carry.  I've told her that she could die from this.  She just blows me off.  The frig. was unbelievable.  Etc., Etc., Etc..

     I simply sobbed and sobbed when I found my mother living in this state.  She was not there to see me, of course.  As far as she knows, I am up beat and great.  I spent 3 weeks, (had to take additional time off work), cleaning her house.  It is much better now, but still needs work.  I have hired a house keeper and a guy to mow and trim her lawn.  This is helping a lot.  I've tried to talk her into coming and living with me but she won't.  I remind her to take the dogs to the groomer and even send $ for this, but I don't know if she is taking them or not.  She says that she is, but I've called her groomer and she has not.  I try to take care of everything for her because she seems to be uncapable of taking care of anything herself.