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I began by locking my bedroom door.
That didn't work, so then I locked and barricaded it.
Still didn't feel safe.
So then I hauled out a KA-BAR knife that my
nephew had given me.
Still didn't feel safe.
Then I hauled out a pistol that was my father-in-law's
and he passed away.
Still didn't feel safe.
And then I brought up a loaded shotgun.
And I would have a plan, just because this is what we were
taught in boot camp.
But what I know now is every one of those things I was
doing was making this problem worse.
Because I do live in a safe place.
And so I practiced sleeping alone.
And my mantra was, it might be a bad night, but you'll be
alive in the morning.