I am so fed up!!! I was crawling out of a depression, and putting my life back together after having to up-root &amp; move from my partner's family's house to my mum's house. I was just starting to get back on my feet and then I encountered two people who I would term to be "assholes". Just plain &amp; Simple assholes. I work as a disability support worker, and I took a shift with this guy. He knew what time I was arriving, because he set the shift times himself, but he still answered the door in just his underwear. This made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Then, he made me drive him around to pick up cigarettes and other errands. He didn't even bother to shut my car door when he jumped out to do things. Then he left his dirty takeaway coffee cup in my car like it was a public bus or something. All of these things were forgiveable until he denied paying me the mileage for the car ride. I have asked him twice &amp; made the agency ask him once as well &amp; he has ignored all requests so far. I am so close to writing him a threatening message because his attitude is fucking garbage, whether you have a disability or not (&amp; his is around speech mostly, not some kind of brain disorder that turns you into a jerk!). The whole thing has been pissing me off so much &amp; I have been trying to "check the facts" &amp; say, "OK I can't assume what his motivations are or what's happening in his life." But, it's been itching on my brain &amp; then, the next encounter happened... I was driving home down a laneway. I saw a woman &amp; her unleashed dog. I drove slowly past, aware of the dog at all times (because the idiot owner unleashed it), &amp; she must have thought I didn't see the dog because she hit my car roof with the LEASH THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE F--ING DOG. I was going to get out &amp; talk to her about damaging my car, but she looked like she may be addicted to drugs &amp; eating from the bins &amp; it was a deserted alley. So now I have to accept the car damage because I didn't want a potential stabbing. Then, anyway, once that happened, I felt like - Geez. i hate my life right now. I hate it so damn much &amp; I can't deal with one more aggravation or I am going to explode. I am trying to practice radical acceptance of my crappy situation but honestly, it is so hard to internalise it, and I am crawling through life after such an acute episode of depression, and, I just, I want to give up! There's no "giving up" though. Argh. I just wanted to share this with someone who might understand (&amp; Not tell me to not get annoyed about the mileage or the scratch on my car because they're "LITTLE INSIGNIFICANT" things) 