My mom's friend treated me and my mom to a shopping spree in a village two counties from us. Unfortunately, most of the stores are closed, and it was made worse by the fact that my therapy appointment is also today. I had my first angry meltdown in 2 years, insulting my mom's friend and even pulling my mom's hair.
I was able to talk to my therapist afterwards, but it didn't change the fact that I f***ed up. I could have given my mom a stroke, because the one she had three years ago was caused by stress.
I don't know why I am still on this planet, as I have nothing to contribute; I can't get a job in this godawful economy, meaning that I live on SSI, and my mental health is in the way of everything like a huge zit on my forehead. I honestly wish there was a cure for depression, because it is making me a worse person than Hitler, Bin Laden, and Trump combined.
I really hate myself now, I just want it to stop...
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Black cat on duty