I get through the stress of grocery shopping with the help of my Kirby purse. And the help of Floyd the Shark, who used to be the charm on my old flipphone and who now marks which side of my bag I put my keys. And the help of Bunny!
My mom gave me Bunny. Bunny used to help my dad, who died when I was a baby. My dad also suffered from depression and he carried Bunny everywhere in his briefcase. I’d been carrying stuffed animal helpers for years and never knew that my dad did the same thing.
God I really wish carrying stuffed animals around with you was socially acceptable