Thegardenismine I'm going to share a tiny bit of my anxiety, PTSD bastarding bullshit with you, in the hope it gives you courage.
I live in a ground floor flat and have always had flowers in pots (I've lived her for 25 years)
A couple of months ago, every, single pot was stolen. I had 3 lavenders, a rhododendron and spring flowers. My fear and anxiety went through the roof, for various reasons.
My pots are directly outside my backdoor and I wasn't aware of anyone being so close to my home.
I'm the only person around here who has flowers, everyone knows I'm the woman with the flowers, so it felt really personal.
I was too frightened to replant, because I didn't know how I would mentally cope if everything was stolen again.
I then thought bollocks! I was getting so upset at the bare space, I went out and bought new pots and flowers. As much as I was worried, I felt better for trying to be optimistic.
Touch wood, they've been left alone. Although I did drill holes in the pots and link them all together with that bendy garden wire, so if any fucker tries to nick them again, they'll get a surprise (and hopefully pull their back!)
You carry on pushing forward at your own speed!