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I hope I get the money back too and everything will turn out fine. As to being hard on myself, I don’t think I am. If anything, I feel surprised at my apathy for the whole situation. Idk if that makes sense, at least I hope it does.
It does, I definitely get the muted feeling that depression can cause. I guess I was trying to say that even if the reaction wasn’t as strong as you expected, it’s okay. Is it possible after so much time had passed some of the attachment to a lot of the stuff just faded?
It’s alright, thank you again :)
I am very happy about the mementos surviving, yet the stuff that didn’t survive really had no real emotional value. A bed, as personal as it is, is still just a bed. And the other stuff that got damaged is pretty much the same type of utility objects (a coffee machine for instance). I guess what feels so strange about it is that I usually am very energetically emotional about bad things happening, yet with this storage unit, I got scared very briefly, but then I felt almost indifferent.
Ah, that definitely makes sense, especially feeling weird about it. Sometimes talking it out with someone one on one can help, even if it’s just swapping stories over a cuppa. My DMs are always open for my comrades.