Just over a year ago I had to move to a new state. Arranging for the move was difficult and I handled it very badly. I felt extremely pressured and took on too many of the necessary tasks. I became very depressed and didn't coordinate the move very well at all. as a result my sweetheart and I lost many of our belongings, they had to be given away or just thrown out. For the past year everything I do reminds me of what I've lost. There are moments when I am overwhelmed by shame and hopelessness. I will find myself awake at three in the morning, ashamed and afraid that I will lose what little is left. I can't move on, I am paralyzed by fear, certain that soon something will happen to force us out again.