I’ve never heard of a cat that suffered from insomnia.
But, then again, I’ve never heard of a cat that suffered from anxiety, depression, and a total lack of self-confidence.
Given that it’s two o’clock in the morning here in England, and I’m awake writing this blog, you might say that I’m suffering from insomnia.
As it goes, I haven’t slept well since the garret was broken into and I had some important stuff stolen. Having your home burgled is a much more upsetting experience that I thought it could be, until it happened to me.
I need to find a way of working through all this.
staring at a log fire doesn’t count as insomnia among cool cats
stress affects different people in different ways
Today I realised that since I was burgled and robbed a little while ago I have been suffering from stress, depression, and anxiety. Locked in the nightmare prison of my own subconscious mind.
The physical symptoms are shaking hands, shortness of breath, headache, and nosebleeds. Fairly unpleasant. But, actually, the mental and spiritual symptoms are worse ~ bad dreams for example.
It’s going to be difficult for me ever to be confident enough to trust anyone again.
I need to work on that.
Where was a proper English Bobby when I really needed one?
some say that crime does not pay
After I was burgled just a while ago, I’ve had to spend three hours at the police station ~ witness statement, victim statement, and going through about 20 pages of supporting documentation.
The police are optimistic of finding the criminals from CCTV footage when they used my credit cards ~ and then I’ll have to testify in court.
I’m a bit stressed, tired and depressed this afternoon.
Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage.
I need a new plan. The one I’ve been using this past week doesn’t work.
On the other hand, I’ve been driven by events, rather than choosing my own path.
Having your home broken into kind of does that to you. In some ways it’s not the invasion, nor the fact that my stuff was taken, it’s all the
fucking damned paperwork and admin that follows a burglary that has really been depressing me. And, I’ll give you one very important piece of advice, never throw away any bill, or receipt, or piece of correspondence. Keep every fucking piece of paper in organised files for at least 6 years. If you don’t then you’ll spend forever sorting out the paperwork when some unforeseen event or disaster happens.
I just have, and mine was only a little robbery, not some huge fucking disaster.
Hopefully, things will be better for me in the next few days.
Lying, cheating, and stealing are next door neighbours.
Sometime earlier this week someone got into the garret and stole some of my stuff.
There was no damage to my door, so at first I thought I’d just lost my wallet and cash. That prompted me to spend a whole day searching for wallet / cash…..
But, I’d been robbed of my wallet with a couple of credit cards, my drivers licence, some other identity cards, and about £100 in cash. I also lost my cell phone, a couple of hundred US Dollars, about 5,000 Turkish Lire, a watch, and some other bits and pieces
I’ve spent all morning on the ‘phone sorting out my banks and reporting the theft to the police.
Even then I’m not finished restoring my life ~ for example I need a new cell phone.
I feel sorry for Marmaduke, who was alone in the garret at the time of the robbery