This is post about mental illness and the need for comfort.
One of the things that I have noticed about mental illness is the need for comfort.
Sometimes, it is as though a bottomless pit opens, and it cannot be filled.
I need things like cups of tea, a bubble bath, anything that signifies comfort.
I do not want to be sophisticated. I want to cuddle up under soft blankets with my teddy bear.
I collect things that will bring me comfort, and I have quite the collection now.
It takes up a lot of room, but I feel I need these items to be nearby.
I collect books, movies, candles. I like Disney.
I hardly own anything sophisticated. My focus is on comfort.
If I have a bad day, then I reach for those things.