
u/Cethysa

Just venting
I’m chronic. The last few months have been steadily worse again. I like to think I do a good job being pretty upbeat despite it, but today I’m just sitting in my kitchen crying because I hate this so much. We don’t deserve this, whatever it is. None of us. And god damn it I just want a normal life again. I don’t even mean normal enough to work full time; I’d take normal enough not to be on a constant depression roller coaster from the cycle of pre-active-postdrome. Normal enough to be a present mom and wife and go to the gym and do normal chores and make dinner and not worry about what tomorrow might look like.
It just sucks so much. I know I’m not alone, but right now I’m really low.
A couple weeks ago I ordered a folio society copy of the count of Monte cristo for myself as a treat. (If you’re inclined to get snobby about how folio society books aren’t worth collecting, please don’t. I like them and they bring me joy and I can, sometimes, even afford them. Keep the snobbery.)
Ordered from a reputable online retailer, made sure the listed edition and publisher were right, got excited.
Finally came today only to be a completely different edition and publisher, for which there was no previous communication and I was charged $100 (!!!) for a copy I could likely pick up for $10 anywhere else.
I’m furious. I’ve already emailed. How often does this happen, and should I be prepared to have my heart broken in this way more often?