I have fucked up. I'm 28, a single mum and doing an MA degree. I had a breakdown and psychotic episode in 2014, dd's Dad (my ex) died about the same time. A friend of mine has been helping me look after dd etc. Today, I put in a message to 3 people( chldminder, friend, other friend) that my classes were changing and would anyone like to volunteer to look after dd on x days? My friend who has helped loads went mad and said I didn't appreciate her. This is not true, I just thought it was easier to ask everyone. I have fallen out with my Dad and he says I'm selfish and don't think about anyone else and maybe he is right. I have cried ever since my friend told me she was upset with me. I have scratched my arms. I feel like a big, fat manipulative bitch who always gets things wrong. I have too much coursework I can't do and I've broken my foot and am on crutches. I have letter after letter of bills and debts, including a fuck up with my tution fee loan. I just don't want to be here anymore.