I am two Xanax in for the evening. Our bankruptcy cannot be put into a 7. I half expected this, so it's no real shock. With that being said, I cannot help but freak out that in a 13 we will have nothing to live on. I am almost in tears (and will be once my little one and hubby go to bed) because Easter is so close and I don't know if I will have the money for an Easter basket. I can't live with the depression of me growing up in poverty (not poor, poverty) and now my daughter will have the same fate. I am trying to tell myself it will be ok, but I am having such a hard time believing it. My daughter is so excited to go camping this summer, I don't have the heart to tell her we will no longer have our camper. We have gone every year since since she was born. I see no light at the end of the tunnel...