Open Eyes - everything you said makes so much sense. We put a double wide at the same location, but we had to fill in the basement of our other house after it was demolished and just so much dirt outside now rather than just a pretty yard with grass like it used to be. That whole ordeal was about 2 months of very difficult stress in itself - after waiting on the snow to clear out... It looks like a nuclear blast laid waste to it or something. At the time of the fire I'd been here for 10 years, so can see how now, even though we're at the same place, my brain is trying to adjust to everything. I'm remembering our other house, and this new house just doesn't feel like home yet. We have very little furniture and can't afford any right now. It's all so different. Our car is what caused the fire. My husband had just returned from a work call, had parked close to the garage door when he returned, and he probably hadn't been home 10 minutes when we saw an orange glow outside our living room window. It was the car on fire under the hood, and it caught the garage door, which was attached to the house, on fire and just spread from there. I had just gotten out of the bathtub and washed my hair. I got out with the clothes on my back, which was my pajamas and some slippers. We all got out okay early on, but the neighbor led me away and wouldn't let me back inside despite my telling him twice I had 10 cats inside. I know he was concerned for my safety, but at first he couldn't get me to budge. I had put my birds outside and was on my way back in. He said it was like I was frozen, and I know that was because I wanted to go back in and try to save my kitties somehow but knowing I needed to get out and go with him, too. When I went with him I just started panicking. So it was quite traumatic for me - to lose everything, but especially my precious cats. I'm not seeing a therapist because we don't have any insurance but would love help of some kind. I have no family support - they just don't understand and think things are okay and we're carrying on in a new place and things are fine now. My husband says I'm getting weird or crazy. He doesn't give me any comfort at all. It's been really hard. I don't have anyone at all to talk about any of this to.

Skywhite - it does sound like maybe I'm having flashbacks then. The pictures just will pop up out of the blue whenever something reminds me of something at home. I don't really think about the incident itself much, I don't know if my mind is trying to block it out. I remember it quite well, but it just doesn't come up much for me. I tend to focus on the days right before when I was so happy and everything was okay.