I've grown up knowing some shitty people, and since I was a kid, I've pretty consistently had things stolen from me. About three months ago, however, my PS3 that I'd left at my mother's house was stolen, along with her HDTV.
Now, Gaming is a hobby I take pretty seriously. Over the years, I've sunk a lot of time and money into that PS3, and with the games downloaded onto it, it was probably worth about $700+.
That may be a lot of money, but the thing is, I'm still finding myself filled with absolute *rage* almost every day. Just this morning, I woke up because I was dreaming about the entire incident. I've never been "happy" about getting robbed, but I find myself getting really worked-up in a way that I just never remember happening in the past. Maybe it is the investment; when I was younger, I never had anything more than about $100 stolen, save for my bike one time.
Of course, what makes matters worse is that I have two suspects as to who stole those things. The first is my cousin, whom I've sacrificed a lot for in trying to be good family to him (his dad went to jail when he was really young). The other is my mom's neighbor's kid, who is probably about 17 or 18 now, and just last year we know he shot a BB through one of her windows while everyone was out. I'm not 100% about either of them, of course, but I feel pretty strongly that it was one of the two.
Of course, I tried turning to the local Sheriff's office when we first realized the stuff was stolen, but she lives in the jurisdiction of a bunch of do-nothing idiots that, in the months since I've contacting them, having even so much as contacted any of us, so clearly they just don't give a shit. I even told them I had the goddamn Serial Number for the system, and they didn't care to even jot it down!
The thing is... I'm getting worried about my own state of mind. I find it harder and harder to actually feel "happy". I'm constantly thinking about stuff like this -- that someone can just take whatever they want from you, that it might even be my own flesh and blood who did it -- and to be honest, I'm getting to a point that I feel like I'm just gonna "snap". Now, I would never "go postal" or anything that mindlessly violent, but I seriously spend more time than I care to admit, just thinking about taking matters into my own hands, attempting to track down the people responsible, and just beating the hell out of them when I find them.
I'm not saying that I feel unjustified in feeling that way, but... at this point, I feel like I'm the one being hurt, twice over. Not only did we have a shitload of stuff stolen, but I feel like I've also been robbed of all peace-of-mind. Do any of you have any sort of advice? And before anyone suggests it, I don't have the money to see a psychologist.