My little Cinderella clings to her “special blanky.” She takes it every where. It’s a comfort that helps her overcome stress and anxiety; it also helps her relax and sleep better. She loves her blanky, and so do I. I smile when she holds it close, for I know she feels happy & secure. I feel so special & important when she allows me to hold her most treasured possession.
Yesterday, I had to hand over one of my security blankets. It was very difficult, but needed to be done. There was tremendous loss as a result of my alcohol abuse. Something was suddenly ripped from our family and left a large wound. I’ve struggled with bit of an identity crisis as I have tried to adjust to the loss.