Today, I feel anxious about moving. And I'm sort of tearing myself up over being the one to discover my fiance and I can't move where we wanted to. It was just an idea to look at, but still. I feel like because I was the one who did the math, it's my fault we can't afford it.

And she's in the middle of her own massively depressive episode. And I just...I feel like such a failure. Logically, I know it's not true. I just...

I want things to get batter. And we're working on it. I just want to be better at things.