I hate this week

Lish • Im smart, and kinda geeky, and i tend to hang with guys rather than girls. Im on Robotics Team 342 and i love it.
So i know compared to some my week wasnt bad but just let me explain. Why i hate it. And why my depression and anxiety is coming back.
I was at my friends pool party, and i have bad sexual anxiety. My friends brother was up on me and i was starting to have panic attacks. I stayed away from him as much as possible and stuck with my friends boyfriend who also happens to be one of my friends. He helped a lot. 
After i went home my neighbor started yelling at me and my mom (at my dads birthday party) she called me a hoe, skank, slut, scum of earth, whore, STUPID, (something you never want to call me{the neighbor is 40 btw}) and some other really rude names, she also claimed my mom was selling my body(untrue), and that i was cheating on my boyfriend at the time(very untrue) so i maybe got a little mad, and i may or may not have thrown a full trashcan at her face screaming "eat garbage you mother ******* *** whole, why dont you leave my ******* property before i call the ******* police *****. Go die in a ******* hell whole and rot there for eternity with your idiot of a boy toy. You have no right to come over on my **** property, and cuss me and my mom out and start ******* drama, so go over to your little reality ******* show ***** *** life and go **** your stank *** ******." She got her boyfriend on me and he punched me and bruised my pretty badly, i got a black eye, back, swollen face, and side. (Im a minor and a chick) he went to jail, and i went to the hospital(no serious injuries). The next day, i went to the beach, the waves ended up being stronger than I anticipated, and i was pulled under 3 times, luckily my dad was there. The next wave happened to have a jellyfish in it. I got stung. And ended up going home early to have it cleaned by my grandmom. (She was a nurse). The rest of the day was fine, i just ended up playing wii sports. The next day  i decided to have my favorite hot sause 1/2 asleep. I ended up grabbing my dads, and burned my tounge, had to grab 1/2 a loaf a bread,  a pack of ice, and a gallon of milk. Later that night i got text dumped. 
So yeah this week was hell... And the bad luck still rolls in. So yeah my anxiety is back, im depressed, sore, and feel like crap. Any advice on how to make it better? Cause i need a pick me up...