Sometimes I just overreact and lose my shit

I did that from sunup to sundown today.

I have a place to stay.

I'll figure out a place to live when I get back from my three week long trip. I'll be camping. I was totally convinced that I needed it, until my ex told me that I should take care of my stuff in Alberta. Then I felt guilt. Regret for doing something so luxurious (although the trip is soooooooooo non-luxurious), and now I'm panicking....

I have a place to stay.

I'm taking a trip.

My life has no structure.

I'll deal with it.