touch ..safety

Tonight before  I left Sarah she mentioned that she was  happy that I had a safe place to go..And it stopped me for a second because it's true..I am safe here..I'm not afraid..I have my,space but I'm not completely alone..I'm beginning to feel comfortable here..an  with that comes the fear that somethin  Will happen...that I'll have to leave..that I won't be wanted..And that is where my thinking gets messed up..it goes back to ..if I'm good enough..nice enough? Am I helping out enough? Is there something more I should be doing or need  to do? I have to remember that I'm not a child..that I can do things because I want to help and not because I'm trying to convince them to let me stay...the fear is there..And the one  I acknowledge that this part of stress is lessening the more worried I feel..