Shit Happens

So i think my house just got robbed again. were not sure if it was an inside job or if it was someone new who robbed us or the same one who robbed us before all i know is I am afraid. in this incident they were able to get away with a lot of money and this in it self pisses me off, but sadly the fear and anxiety is not from what was stolen. the fear and anxiety comes from the fact that we don't even know how they did it considering that it was locked in our safe and very few people within our family know of the combination or even the fact that there was such a large amount there or if it was someone in the family, but i digress.

the fear and anxiety as those who were home invaded or had been the victim of illegal doings should probably know deep down is that it could happen again. a home hardly becomes a home when you no longer feel safe in it. the streets outside your house become dangerous and filled with bad people. the strangers still remain strangers but now with a sense of anxiety when you are in too large a crowd. quite honestly my own experiences in this field are comparatively smaller compared to those i know and in that i believe i am lucky enough. the moral is bad people exist.

"Erica: I always believed that fear belonged to other people. Weaker people. It never touched me. And then it did. And when it touches you, you know... that it's been there all along. Waiting beneath the surfaces of everything you loved. " - The Brave One (2007).