3 years ago we went travelling. I got really homesick and spent some of the time wanting to come home but for the best part of it had a good time. We moved cities. I hated in for the first few months. I got pregnant was ecstatic but got severe anxiety. Had the baby and we were really happy then I went back to work. I didn't like the job and one of my colleagues made my life a misery. We started making plans to make the move closer to home due to elderly parents, finances etc. I didn't like our old house much either. We moved last week but after initially liking the house I'm now getting severe anxiety over the garage bit attached to it (creepy crawlies, have to walk through to get to garden and dp has insisted on putting some of my books in there for storage, have too many). It's also a bit small. The area is very quiet and I don't know anyone, I'm not really happy and have cried more than once. What is wrong with me will I never be happy?DD (3) is happy even though we moved her away from her friends. I want my old life back.