Life is slowly returning back to normal.

I am suffereing from post-traumatic stress. This is my first burglary ever, and everytime I see the hole in the wall, it just upsets me. I hate that I can be reduced to such a sorry crying mess over something like this. I should stand tall and conquer it, take control of my life. It wasn't my fault, and nobody got hurt. Chances are, the burglars won't return, at least for a good while, and we have changed all the locks. Security has tightened. It's like a very mini personal version of 9-11. They attacked, and now we have worked to tighten up on security. And must like 9-11, there won't be a repeat attempt. I hope.