Still Reeling Albeit Figuratively After Amidst Realization

Still reeling (albeit figuratively) after amidst realization... keys to apartment and 2009 Hyundai Sonata went missing Yesterday August tenth year two thousand and twenty one, I experienced blitzkrieg of explosive panic shattering an ordinarily calm veneer me (a doubting Thomas) resorting to ***** re the higher power to rescue me sanity, inducing absent appetite and subsequent loss of weight (think irritable bowels), which shell shock spurred tête-à-tête with divine creator yours truly did state salvation to post traumatic stress courtesy raging conflagration within webbed wide world inside me pate. Both yours truly and the missus suffered major panic attack analogous experiencing great fall whereby figuratively our respective heads did crack proxy war kickstarted incessantly bombarded with blitzkrieg of emotional flak bonafide doggone fusillade without rhyme nor reason knick knack rained down and thundered paddywhack futile against railing training expert bombardier, (no matter gunnery pro inside my head) raining one after another blow, I quickly lost track impossible mission regarding wrack con a sense, thus yak... yak... yak... Continues poetaster describing his arc of woe spiraling into endless anguish and thinking worst case scenario did seize thought processes, whereby an unsuspecting individual found and pocketed our treasured keys, which would allow, enable and provide him/her to steal aforementioned vehicle and/or perhaps even access entrance to apartment unit b44 threatening/killing both of us referring to das scribe and his wife. No such tragedy occurred only rather humdrum end to saga because wise notion lodged itself within sixty plus shades of gray matter (mine) to rifle thru soiled clothes, I hastily tossed into opened space courtesy when bypass closet doors opened and lo and behold sought after items beheld!