A few months ago, a fire that started in the attic of my home burned my home to a crisp, and with it, all of my diapers, onesies, pacis, etc. It was very jarring to see things so comforting to me in such a depressing state. I even had to shuffle the remains out with a trusted friend as my community volunteered to help dispose of the rubble.

Living temporarily with my fiancé's family has been ok, except I am finding myself feeling guilty for wanting to spend money to recoup my little-gear. This guilt is compounded by the fact that I made a foolish error and missed a couple of home insurance payments before the fire, so I am out-of-pocket for everything.

Has anyone experienced anything like this? I'm doing the best I can be, given the plurality of the terrible circumstances my fiancé and I have endured. It would be comforting to know someone else has made it to the other side of such catastrophe before, though. Thanks in advance