I am having a hard day emotionally. I think this new medicine is exacerbating my depression, on top of just having a bad day.

It started with my mother yelling at me over stupid shit, half of which isn't even an actual complaint. Then I get to work to be begged by my coworker to come in early tomorrow, which is fine I owe her, she's covering my vacation time.

Then the patient I hate most was admitted. It's not her I hate it's her aggressive and verbally abusive dementia riddled husband who calls every 8 minutes to cuss us out when she doesn't answer.

Then a nurse reported me to the house sup for being 'a snotty bitch' when all I said was 'I can't change my protocol talk to the security director'.

Then I come home and the neighbors who HATE me aren't home, but their giant unsocialized and neglected American bull dog is in the middle of the street snarling at me.

Then I come home and I'm looking for a little understanding but noooooo my mother says "well you have been very agitated and hard to get along with lately". I said "alright yeah I accept that. I have I acknowledge that. But so have you. Can you acknowledge that? Ever since you stopped working and have been home all day every day you do nothing but bitch at everyone else for everything yet you havent done the dishes in a month. Can you acknowledge that?

Oh heavens no of course not "look just because I get mad over tiny shit all the time for no reason except to take my inner anger out on everyone else doesn't mean I'm agitated and hard to get along with"

I just walked away and went to my downstairs apartment. Fuck it.

Sorry I can't be singing and cheerful snow white all the time, you know. It's not like I'm in terrible constant pain all the time or like I'm LOSING MY FUCKING HANDS or anything.

Am I being a little over-emotional? Yeah, probably. I'm scarily introspective and ABLE to acknowledge when I am behaving irrationally and manically. The medicine is probably playing a huge part in it too, but I work six days a week and she barges into my RENTED SPACE and yells at me for a little mess while she HAS NO JOB and can't even clean her kitchen. I think I have a little bit of a right to be angry at the hypocrisy.