Didn't realise just how fragile my resilience was until I started blubbering because of a work setback THAT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT

The greatest part about my fucked up sense of worth is that the setbacks which affect me the most are the ones which I literally could not have affected even with perfect information and infinite resources.

Me fucking up and causing bad things to happen? Bad, but it is what it is.

Me doing everything right and things going poorly because I'm incapable of rearranging space and time? The worst thing I have ever "done", crushing guilt, probable crying, belief that I am useless.

Anyway this thread brought to you by my soul crushing need for control brought about by the fear of disappointing my parents.