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I journaled today about the time our home was raided. It's the first time I've spent this much time thinking about that time in my life. While at first I was writing about the specific details of the event and what happened after, by the end I started to actually remember the feelings of grief and sadness of the effects of that event and what did to alter the direction of my life. I hadn't thought about that in a very long, long time. There was a physical reaction in me, slight one, but it was there where my breathing became a little shallow and tightness in my chest. I didn't have time to finish all my thoughts about that incident yet. Perhaps another for another time...