Woke up exhausted. I guess being terrified takes a lot out of me. Slept most of the day. Did not know how much terror I was feeling. Most of his stuff is gone. Still feeling scared. I guess this situation is so complicated. When I talked to a counselor on the phone she helped a little. She said drug users usually do not call police for custody of a Section 8 apartment. They are the ones that are escorted off the property in shiney bracelets. I still feel scared. Guess that is my PTSD. The "traffic" around here has dropped off significantly though. I do not open the door to anyone. Only when I am going somewhere do I open it. Guess I just need some hugs from you all and reassuring words...please?