Good grief. On top of everything, at work tonight I had a person basically tell me that they didn't care that they nearly took me out (literally) BECAUSE THEY WERE A TAXPAYER. And that I should apparently have approached their complete indifference as some bobble-headed barbie doll and smiled at them for doing so. I was very firm, but never rude, and apparently that's not "appropriate" for his tax dollar. I have about 10,000 words for such people, but honestly! Yeah. It shook me up. And to think, it wasn't enough that I'd already taken a full dose of Xanax to manage to get to work, and still completely panicky. Then that. And I'm the crazy one???!!!

I swear I've entered a circle of hell.

After getting home, BF made an innocent comment and I just started crying (see loneliness and isolation above).

So. Not good.