Plans that seem stable and something that could be worked on are suddenly falling completely apart, and the parts I entrusted to others might not have actually went through, despite conversations coming across like they did!
Being without this one med, someone thought my building anxiety sounded like anger, and it was difficult to explain how it wasn't, because with that and me still recovering from some respiratory infection, it sure sounds like it
I have to figure out a solution for something that's in a little over a month, and no one's around, and I want to cry. I can't be mad about the reasons things are falling apart, but I sure am frustrated with being left with the fallout and having to fix it in this tight deadline