WARNING: this is not a happy post

Nobody's answering their cell phones. I really need to talk. So, I'm venting via my blog. I never wanted to do this, but I'm truly desperate. I'm the kind of person that needs to talk about bad things that happen to me in order to feel better.
Two weeks ago, I found out I didn't get a job that I really wanted, that I really hoped for, that I really thought I'd get. I was devastated. Every morning for a week, after I first woke up, I remembered that I didn't get it. Every morning for a week, I cried, I didn't want to get out of bed, I told myself what a blow it was to my ego, what a loss it was to my spirit. It was very difficult, especially considering the circumstances surrounding it. I don't really want to talk about the even more unbearable details, so please don't ask. I still haven't recuperated from it, but at least I don't wallow in it every morning like I was.
Right after I found out I didn't get the job, I went to Utah to stay with my family for a few days. And right after I got back to Salmon, our new house was ready to move into. I've been moving ever since.
Every day, I drive the 50+ feet to my old trailer, pack up the truck or van, drive back to the new house, unload and sort through and clean and put away stuff, and repeat the process 3-6 times a day. And as of yet, officially only two rooms are cleaned out: the bathroom and the kitchen. All the big things are out, but all the little things are what's taking up all my time. It's wearing me out.
This morning when I got up, I especially felt overwhelmed with the task of moving. And then I discovered that the 'special wash' laundry I did last night, I didn't pay attention to some of the labels and I shrunk two of my dresses. And then I discovered a leak in the wall from the showerhead. Unfortunately, the wall that lines the shower is part of the closet in the master bedroom. We just finished clearing out the old closets and organizing the new closets yesterday. Josh screwed in multiple shelves and it took us several hours just to do that certain closet--the closet that is now ripped apart to fix the leak. And then I discovered that the rain that came down all day yesterday leaked through the roof in my old house right onto a pile of photos and photo albums. All of 2009's photos, and my wedding album, and our professional photos we had taken last fall were damaged.
I am beyond upset. I can't stop crying. I feel so alone. And I can't handle the overwhelming pain and I feel my depression sinking in. I hate this feeling.
And now that I've talked about it, I'm feeling slightly better.