Mental Health and Endo

I've recently been diagnosed with DIE and adenomyosis after a 14-year search for answers. I have explored many treatment options but the only feasible one at the moment is birth control (progesterone). This is the third OCP I have been on.
First was a strong progesterone pill - that worked well to counteract my physical endo symptoms, but after two years, I began exhibiting signs of anxiety and depression that were scaring both myself and those close to me.
I made a few lifestyle changes, switched doctors and pills, and transitioned to an estrogen OCP at that point. At first, this seemed to provide immediate relief to my endo, and I could not be more pleased with what I thought was progress. Shortly thereafter, I realized that my judgement was clouded by the relief to the mental health side effects that came with the prior pills. The physical endo was in fact getting exponentially worse.
I changed doctors, lifestyle and medication yet again. I have finally settled with my current gynecologist, as she was the one who was officially able to diagnose me. Her initial recommendation was to try Visanne. This is basically a very strong progesterone pill (not birth control). I gave it an honest shot, but three months in, I was ready to end it all. I immediately expressed my concerns to her and we agreed that I should return to birth control.
This time, I was put on a different progesterone pill, milder than the ones I had taken before. It's been going well. Really well. But I'm two years in, and I've had a rough couple of months battling physical endo symptoms. I ignored it and continued to take my meds as recommended, hoping that this was just a bad flare up and everything would resolve soon. Unfortunately, I had a 'violent' anxiety attack last night. No one, including myself, was physically hurt. However, I shouted and shattered a plastic object against the floor as I flung it in an outburst. I was caught by surprise and almost instantly snapped back into reality. That's when the depression hit. I thought it was the overwhelming kind at first - but I sank into total numbness within the span of a few hours.
I am exhausted. I am not bedridden, I have much to be grateful for, but I am also tired of this chronic illness. This is not the life I want to live. Worse than the depression that comes with the unrelenting battle against pain and other symptoms, is the unpredictability of the anxiety. I am fatigued by the overstimulation, and the rapid shifts between opposing sides of the spectrum: depression to anxiety, and vice versa.
Any advice on how to move forward?