I know I'm trivializing the holocaust by comparing my situation to that, but my anxiety has been escalating for two years to the point that I am never relaxed in my own home. I need to leave this neighborhood because of police calls to near neighbors for drugs and abuse, loud base from radios, kids not respecting my property, trash in yards, etc.
I've had a broken heart, lost loved ones in the past, but never had constant anxiety and my house was always my refuge. Now it's my hell.
I've always been firm, but nice getting kids to stop their activities on my property, but have had damage to my property anyway.
I live alone in a duplex I own because I don't need the rent, but feel vulnerable as a retired female living alone.
My building has been on the market, but not sold so have pulled it. My new place is on hold, because they can't get the bank to release money for the loan to build the cooperative.
This used to be a nice neighborhood.
This is a lot of info to ask the simple question--Am I really supposed to not let this bother me and find peace somehow?
I know if there was someone here to talk to and share in the responsibility of all this, and a male here to scare off kids I wouldn't be as fearful. Even if this were still a good neighborhood, I do not like living alone.
When I compare myself to people who are in bad relationships, very ill, out of work, etc etc, I feel very guilty feeling this way.
I do try to live in the moment, but there are few moments that are peaceful so that I can concentrate on what I'm doing.
It's supposed to be true that things don't upset us, we LET them upset us. Can't seem to live by that.