I'm officially losing my mind.

To recap:
June - our agreement to housesit ended, and we were encouraged to find a new place
New place infested with brown recluses and black mold
July - got confirmation that we could break the lease at the new place and keep staying in the previous place indefinitely
August - was told that the house may be foreclosed on, but not to worry - the legal circumstances of the owner prevents his property from being seized so we're fine
September - hey, guess what? Foreclosure! Also, get out in three weeks.

I'm having panic attacks at my day job (which I've held for six years without a problem), I'm barely sleeping four hours a night, and Fox's computer problems set us back by at least a month.

To those still waiting for audio from me, please know that I think about it every day, and I won't take on any more work until I'm fully caught up.
To those who know me socially and worry I'm not responding much, please understand that I still want to talk - I just feel kinda broken right now.
To those who are just generally concerned for Fox and me, please trust that we're trying to take good care of each other.

I used to have a desire to be self-destructive, and I saw a tinge of that feeling coming back. I had a rough week at work, and ended up breaking down in the middle of a grocery trip when music that plays at work played over the speaker. I instantly wanted to run away from everything and hide, maybe harm myself.

I have a thing through work where I can get a therapist for a few free sessions. I called it in, and will have an appointment this week.

Thank you for taking the time to read this - I really you guys.