Right now I am a nervous wreck. I get nervous at everything and get panic attacks. When that happens I just can’t do or remember anything. My work is suffering. I am so scarred about my memory. I don’t seem to remember things I have read. I am burdened. I have to leave my house in the next week or so but I can’t afford to rent another place with all the current bills I pay. I can’t think of anyone suitable to go and stay with. Yet I know I have to move, I have to leave to gain my self importance again. I feel like a stranger in my house although the kids make my life so sweet. When I think of them I endure anything life throws at me. They make it worth it. I am struggling so much but I just have to continue to find a way out of this.