when i was little, and i got upset, i pretended i was a stuffed animal.
totally still, i stared ahead and in as far as i was concerned, it fixed everything.
why? because i was escaping. i wasn't who i was. no one could get to me. because i wasn't me.
so now i do the grown up version of this. i am upset. anxious. worried. shaken to the core.
so i am not a stuffed animal. i am not still. i am not just staring.
but i am in my world. my "world". it's my escape. my happy place.
so i would love to talk, but i can't. i'm on vacation in my head.
which right now, is just so much better than reality.
i'll be okay. i'll get used to it. but right now, i am a teddy bear.
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