My house burnt down 2 weeks ago. We are. Fully insured, but it is unbelievably stressful. We have a rented house to move into next week.
3 of us in small hotel room. Dh and I want to kill each other. Dd playing up like a monster. Family being spectacularly unhelpful.
I now cannot talk about it as it makes me too anxious. My mind just blanks off. However I need to talk about the practicalities but it makes me so anxious to even think about it. I dread coming back to the hell in the hotel room.
I have a looooong history of anxiety and depression and am on meds all the time. They are doing something, but I still feel sick and anxious. The worst thing though is the fear of becoming ill again. I can't escape and I want to run away from everyone.