willitpass
Don’t try to offer me help, I’ve tried everything
- Mar 10, 2020
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I have a stuffed animal I got in the most traumatic part of my childhood. I remember picking it out and buying it. I've written essays on it. I was very young then. Since then, it's been with me for every traumatic event, even hospitalization, everything. I had it shipped to me when I was in residential even. I've had it through everything. I've cried into it. I've screamed into it. I've clung to it through everything. It's very beat up. Its color is off, its stuffing is clumped, the fabric is matted, the eyes are scratched dull. It looks about as broken as I do as a human being. That thing carries every scar I do. I hope whenever I die I have it with me. I hope whatever gets done to my body when I'm done it comes with me. After all, I got it at the moment that probably sealed my fate.