I'm a little bit of a jumpy person - easily scared if you will. Now, I am definitely jumpy. I can't help but to think the robber was in my house the same time I was due to items being out of place both times I had returned that day and that all they took was jewelry so what was keeping them for returning for our other valuables. Not to mention the feeling of violation, they were in my room, sat on my bed, picked through my things. I feel devastated. I believe I've only felt this helpless 2 other times in my life:
- when my grandma actually passed away
- when I found out I had a rare syndrome (TOS) and the doctor wasn't sure how to treat it
- surgery, robbery, school, new job, boyfriend, new roommate, medical bill stress, body image struggles (post surgery scars/not being able to do as much)
It's a lot, I work through it every day. As for now, my house makes creepy sounds. I don't like to be alone especially at night, everything will work itself out if I keep trying little by little.
I will find peace again, hopefully it doesn't take another 6-7 years, I hope another part of me doesn't die like it did in high school. I'm just accepting that some things you can never get back but that doesn't mean the memories are gone forever...