Is it normal that i sleep with a blankie and stuff
I sleep with a blankie every night, and I'm an adolescent. I had it since I was 6 years old. Before that though, I had another blankie. When I was around 6, I made things up like a magical dimension, where my spirit was born. And then my spirit was flung from that magical kingdom, into this earthly word, into the body of a fetus. And my blankie was my regal pet/guardian that stayed with me. It's kind of silly, but I for some reason still partly believe it... I mean, I don't, but I feel like if I say I don't, I'm dissing them.. I would(and still do) "telepathically talk" with her(my blankie), and it's not like I'm crazy.. It's kind of like an imagonary friend..? But I know it's not real, but I don't like to openly say that. It's just reviewing my thoughts with another part of myself, I guess. But the other part of myself happens to take form in my blankie. She has a name too.. and I take very cautious care when washing it.. but it is starting to become more thread bare and stuff.. I really want to use the word she instead of it, but that'd be weird.. Perhaps I'm too lonely.. and she has been a constant in my life.