After the Fire

It took five months but I almost lost it a week ago. I have been house sitting basically since a month following the fire but on last Friday I needed to get a place to stay locally, get the water and power turned on, move out of the house I had been watching, blew up on the love of my life the night before, and I was in the middle of two weeks of summer camp I had planned. When I walked into the temporary apartment I began to cry realizing just how much I didn't have anymore. I suppose house sitting I had things of the people's whose house I was watching but walking into that apartment seeing the space and realizing that I didn't have my things to put there served as the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. I burst into tears and talked to as many people I trusted that would listen as possible. It was in the following days I realized I had put too much pressure of being there for me on the man I love. The organized mess that was my life was sitting right in front of me completely unorganized. Everyone thought it was one thing that was upsetting me but it was much more...Please continue to pray for me... and if you come across this blog please leave me a positive thought. I know it could be worse ...