No Help

My 2 children at home are lying, not helping and have been getting worse. My son in Missouri called me a loser. Truth is, I am. Ever since I was forced off work from disability, I can't do the things I used to and I can't afford the things my children want.
I tell myself we should be proud of being able to live off of food banks and clothing pantries for 5 years. I get no help going to them because my children are embarrassed.
Today I made the 2 clear out the car and put the food that had been in there for a month. My daughter wants to keep the puppies but didn't clean up the poop which I found trying to put things away. Trying because my daughter's bicycle kept falling over. She refuses to keep it in the shed or garage because they have been broken into.
The vacuum got clogged with fur & litter. My son ended up cleaning the remainder of the poop I didn't get under the dining room table. My daughter did clean some but not all.
After searching for the cat food feeder dish I discovered even more poop along the edges of the dining room rug. And as always, no one but Mom to take the dogs out to potty and the 3 litterboxes are full.
My daughter constantly complains that her brother does nothing yet all she did was watch as he & I cleaned an area to put the boxes from the car.
He says I'm too hard on her and he started crying. It's her dog's poop. Just like him not cleaning up after his cats.
I feel like I am a hoarder however Max Patton from A&E Hoarders looked at my photos and said it wasn't hoarding, it was bad parenting. And we never discussed chores and it was prior to the dog poop issues. It was just stuff not put away. All of this started after my husband died. The children, 4 at that time felt they didn't have to do any more chores. I was working 12-hour shifts 5-7 days a week. 3 on, 2 off with mandatory OT.
I feel overwhelmed. DCFS was in my life from the birth of my first son. It took me 13 years to completely figure out it was my adoptive parents behind all of the unfounded reports. DCFS told the children that if I didn't do a chore then they didn't have to. (This was just one report of me making slaves of my children because I was making my then 10 year old clean his cat's litterbox) They were going to indicate me for "making my kid's do disgusting tasks I call chores" or they were going to indicate me for emotional abuse if I got rid of the cat. Jazmine lived 24 years.
I hate being disabled. I hate being depressed. I hate the memories that pop into my mind from my childhood and throughout my children's childhood that cause me to hate people in general. I have anxiety that takes my breath away and causes chest, back and arm pains like a heart attack.
My children have no one other than me.