What's the difference?

Last week sucked. Well, Monday was fine. Tuesday a friend said some mean things and put me in a funk. Well, I guess I'll tell the whole thing. Monday the tea tasted strong to me, so I asked the maker (Tammy)how many bags she used to make it. She said just the normal, and we went on with our business as usual. Then Tuesday I go into the break room first thing in the morning and I found the tea maker. Usually it's inside the room that she's in, and she makes the tea. Well, I went ahead and made tea, figuring she was upset. She's usually passive-aggressive about things. So at first break I went in and asked her if that was her way of passive-aggressively telling me she was upset at what I said. She was rude in telling me yes. Well I apologized for offending her. She then proceeded to say mean things trying deliberately to hurt/upset me. It worked. I don't let anyone treat me that way, certainly not people I call friend. So I took her shit out of my locker and set it on her desk. That upset me but I managed to make it. When I got home James wanted me to go out for supper. So on my way out the door my mom asked me to get her something, and brought out cash. I was surprised, considering she quit her job more than a month ago and had said she had no money whatsoever. So I asked her where she got it and she said she got a loan. Eventually it came out that she'd gotten a title loan about a week prior. Well, leading up to this for a couple of weeks we had been saving money and borrowing money so she could go to stay with my Uncle in Minot. She had been talking about going for awhile, so we told her we'd make it happen. So for a week she'd been deceiving us, knowing full well what we were planning and got the money and not telling us she had the money. Now, to understand my mom, I have to give back story. Mom had moved here after running out of money in Denver. I'm the only kid out of 4 girls that would help her. We brought her up here and after a month, she found a job. A job that she quit less than 30 days later. Anyway, we'd been supporting her as best we could. So we were pissed that she'd been lying. There was a huge fight and she ended up leaving the next morning. Needless to say I felt horrible. I didn't mean for her to leave. She's living in her truck (she has a topper) and doesn't do well in the cold. We were her only way of getting heat. Well that put me into a funk. I was upset. Very. I took the day off and called my sister. She helped me feel better, but I still worry about mom. So, right now I don't feel emotionally upset or sad, just a bit worried. BUT I've had symptoms of depression. I want to isolate myself completely, have been having nasty anxiety. I need lots of sleep. So there you have it. My week last week in a nutshell. Maybe I should seriously think about blogging again. It's very therapeutic for me.