Coffee Talks: Proses And Roses

Dominic

Do you remember holding that little stuffed toy you had when you were a kid? Bringing that fluffy thing everywhere you go and talking to it when nobody is around? I have one, too.

This is honest writing. I'm twenty years old and I have a stuffed animal that I love with all my heart. His name is Dominic and he's a baby monkey. And I'm not ashamed to share to everyone just how much I adore him.

Dominic is my safe haven. Whenever I'm happy or sad, he's always there. Always free of judgment and ready to listen to whatever I have to say about life. I never considered myself mentally and emotionally open to a lot of people. This is why Dominic basically knows everything about me. My secrets, deepest fears, hopes, and dreams. Everything.

For some, it may sound silly. Why would I consider a stuffed animal as a best friend? You're probably thinking that I'm twenty and I have a lot of time to socialize outside instead of talking to a non-existent toy.

But that isn't the case for me, you know? Finding comfort is a rare thing. And when you happen to find it from something that calms you down and makes you happy, you should embrace it. Cling to it.

I know this because I've been clinically diagnosed with an anxiety disorder called OCD. My psychiatrist always reminds me to hold on to things that I find comfort in. And when I told her that Dominic gives me the best serotonin boost, she encouraged me to always keep him with me. Whatever happens.

I've been loving Dominic for around five years now---maybe even more. And I'm happy. I'm happy that he's always here---ready to comfort me when I need him, to give warm hugs during my breakdowns, to provide assurance when everything goes downhill.

I hope you find some stuff that makes you feel at home, too. May it be your soft pillow, an animal stuffed toy you used to play with as a kid, maybe even a worn-out journal. Just about anything.

As long as you find comfort and love in it, it's more than enough.