So, it seems that I'm done with my last family, or more correctly they are done with me.
I'm really sad about it, but I have to admit that there are some good things that are coming out of it. I'm gaining weight again, I can take care of my home without feeling so overwhelmed by it, and I'm getting back into the work that I'm suppose to be doing right now (like my journaling, and seeing the people I need to see).
I think that the thing that I'm worried about is loosing the friendships I thought I had made in this job. These people are very important to me and it will hurt a lot if I loose them, but I get the feeling that is exactly what is going to happen.