Living in a half empty house

Do you know how it feels to come home to a house that was once full of furniture, and one day it's virtually empty??
Where there was once a couch and coffee table is just emptiness, where there was once a big bed with tons of blankets and quilts, is pure air. Nothing to cook with, but things to eat on ... a blanket to sleep under, but still cold. A half empty closet that was once packed with clothes.

I've done my share (and then some) of crying today. Couldn't go into work because my depression has once again gotten a hold of me! I'm at the end of my rope yet again, I seem to find myself here often! I just hope I can find the knot to hold onto!!!