My heart hurts, we’ve been here for 4 months and most times i wish we never moved. I keep reminding myself that even before we moved away I was this alone. It’s always been just the 3 of us, 4 when my husband is home. It’s sad and lonely and I wish so much I had a sense of home but i don’t and the best I can do is make sure I’m there for my kids every single time they need me cause they don’t have anyone else. I’ve always had anxiety but have never experienced it to this extent, I feel awful that my kids have had to watch me break down more than once and my poor husband is trying his best to be there for me, even from across the country. To the point where he calls every hour just to make sure I’m OK. Sometimes i am and others I really am not
