Maybe I should go live in a cave somewhere. My yard has become overgrown. I have anxiety about calling someone to come take care of it because dealing with people on more than a cursory level makes me anxious lately. I'm also anxious because I know my neighbors are probably irritated by my yard. I'd weed eat it myself but I don't know where the batteries are and the thought of digging through all the stuff in the garage to find them fills me with dread. All my husband's stuff is out there and I just don't want to deal with any of it. So I get home today and one neighbor is in my yard with a shovel, apparently weeding something. She's out there with another neighbor, an older woman who is not the most pleasant person I've met. They keep calling me a shortened version of my name, so today I just told them that's not my name. Then the old bat asks me when I'm going to do something about this mess. I told her I'd take care of it when I get around to it and that she was rude then went into my house. I probably should have just kept my mouth shut but I was annoyed and didn't feel like dealing with any of this. I felt ambushed in my own yard. I've managed to mostly avoid my neighbors for 10 months. I just want them to leave me alone. I feel like I don't belong here anymore.