My dad just called to tell me our home was robbed. Someone smashed in a window.

He took me through the house via FaceTime and it was just the most gut wrenching thing to see.

No one was home, everyone is okay, things are ultimately just things.

What an incredible violation.

I feel sick to my stomach.

I cannot fathom this scenario.

To see your childhood room ravaged by intruders - even though I haven’t lived there in 12+ years.

Man.

Really, I’m just trying to work through my current emotions.

I’ll call my psychologist in the morning, but right now I’m feeling a lot of things.