It Happened

I just ended a relationship and am trying to figure out my place in this new reality. Last night, feeling lost and wanting some sense of control back, I sought solace with an old toy from childhood, a teddy bear that used to give me comfort when things were tough. There was nothing sexual about it, I dressed up like a kid again for just a little while, talked to the bear as if it understood, told it all my worries and fears in whispers late into the night. It felt therapeutic but also strange...like I’m regressing rather than moving forward. This morning, I’m looking at the stuffed animal sitting on my bed, wondering what exactly happened last night and whether I should repeat it.