Neddy the teddy .
Neddy is a little teeny tiny bear, who I found in the mud at the funny farm during a particularly terrible moment.
I was crying so much that I couldn't breathe, and there he was just holding out his paw to me from the soil and geese poo.
His little face looked so sad that I cried even more..
And then
I picked him up, and dedicated the next hour or so to giving him a bath, wrapping him in a paper towel and singing him a song.
Now he lives in my pocket and secretly hides there at all times. When I'm at college and get a little anxious / twitchy / weird , I stroke Neddys little head and he reminds me to breathe. And i count to 10. And he is magic because he always makes me feel back to norms.
He is so sweet and small that nobody even knows he is hiding there apart from me. He's such a good little guy.
I think I may have mentioned before that breathing is is the fundamental thing for staying well .
The dangers of not breathing include...
1. Voice coming out all squeaky
2. Hyperventilation
3. Loss of consciousness
4. Lack of oxygen to the brain (detrimental to coherent thinking)
5. death
Neddy has snuck his way into a few of my art projects, and he also likes going to art school.
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