I am silently screaming

Today someone put dog poo on my patio, while I was outside walking my dog. On "Mother's Day". My dog has a form of doggie PTSD and has never "pooped" outside, so we have dog pads inside for her. She is a rescue and yes, we've tried professional training. But some troll in my neighbourhood decided to be a low person and now I am struggling with their actions. I have no friends here, nor enemies. So I do not understand this event. The fact that this happened while I was taking my dog for walkies is troubling. Why did I add this to the "depression/anxiety" forum? Because this is something adding to my already problematic depression and anxiety, that's why. I'm just teary-eyed and sort of broken about it, too.

[Opportunity]

People can be so cruel. I’m so sorry that their dysfunctional behavior found its way to you. Any chance it was just a random mistake or stray dog? Here’s hoping ....

[b1b1b1]

It may have been someone who didn't clean up after their dog, or, as Opportunity says, a stray or a mistake. I wouldn't take it personally after just one episode.

[Hidden in reply to b1b1b1]

Well, it was in a bag, on my patio, so it could not have been a stray dog.

[b1b1b1 in reply to Hidden]

Oh dear. That is another thing entirely, and upsetting. Do you know which neighbor might have done it?

[Hidden]

This is what anxiety does. It magnifies events that are real, but might seem less relevant in a more normal context.

[Hidden in reply to Hidden]

Hmm. So a stranger bagging up dog poop and actively choosing to put it on another stranger's patio is my anxiety acting up? Sorry, that struck me as funny.

[Hidden]

Thank you so much. I am sorry I did not reply right away, I stayed away from everything for a few days to try and heal. Your kind words help so much!

[Hidden]

People are truly terrible.

[Hidden]

I wish you the same too, friend.