I work at a Chiropractor's office and I enjoy my job. Most of our patients are lovely, but today one of our regular patients tried to manipulate me into waiving a charge. I am unable to handle confrontation, especially when the other person is immediately aggressive. The mask didn't help, too. I tried to explain why I couldn't waive the charge (she pays late every month and always misses appointments and never calls to cancel or apologize for not showing up), but she wouldn't stop. What was annoying was that she was smiling through all of this while talking to me like I'm stupid. It only took a minute for me to start breathing heavy, face felt hot and it felt like my chest was going to explode. I wanted to run away and quit my job right then and there. I felt trapped, and the Dr. heard it all but didn't help me. Office manager wasn't there. I was so helpless. It was worse that having someone yell at me, because if that happened, the doctor probably would have stepped in and kicked them out. 

Anyway, I just told her not to pay and I'll ask the manager tomorrow what we will do. She was very smug and kept saying I WILL MAKE SURE YOU GUYS GET PAID, DON'T WORRY HONEY. It was infuriating.

We had a few more patients after her so I had to suck it up. Soon as I got in my car, I cried. I cried on the way home. Had 2 more panic attacks. Still crying.

My husband, who is currently at work, called me and comforted me. That helped a little, but I truly wish I had a friend with whom I can talk. Someone who understands what living with anxiety is like. Why is it so hard to find a friend?

I don't want to live the rest of my life without a friend. I need that connection. Romantic love is not enough. Am K asking for too much?

So, if you're somewhere in Tucson and feel the same way I do, please contact me. Let's be friends. I have guinea pigs, and I like board games, video games, sewing stuff for my guinea pigs, and Korean dramas!