Wow, surprisingly long tail of like… psychic stress due to the “break-in.” Wall to wall stress dreams about further break-ins, accidentally triggering the alarm system, etc. Waking up at 2am and getting stuck in an endless “what-if” loop about hypothetical disasters. Absolutely brutal.

I’ll feel better once we’re living in the house, have curtains, and install the gate.

I keep trying to circle back to “no one got hurt, nothing was broken, it’s just things.” But I feel like there’s some simmering rage that it was all my stuff that got taken? Stuff I’d JUST gotten for my birthday, thoughtful gifts from people I love, things I was really excited about. Talking to the police last night (yuck) and having to enumerate what was taken and the cash value… it really just made me SAD.

I just sat in the dark last night waiting for John to get back, regarding every passing pedestrian or car that lingered with hot suspicion and hating myself for it.