Hello I am an adult with an anxiety disorder and I lost my comfort item.
My bunny is named Blue Bunny and she is my most important thing in the world. I would go without water sooner than I would give her up. I got her 18 years ago and she hasn’t slept without me since. Her ears and paws are threadbare in places, and her head is floppy and soft.
I got off the Amtrak Bus stop in La Cresenta, CA on the north side Honolulu Ave west of Lowell Ave.
Please PLEASE signal boost this. I have contacted the bus company but they haven’t found her and I’m scared.
Shit man, the ONE time ill reblog these things. Id be having a fit if I lost Oddball ;n;
Hope you find her soon, OP!
Signal boosting this because this shit is very, very serious. This following story is a depiction of just how serious this is.
My ex-girlfriend—Erin—had extreme anxiety issues. Her mother completely walked out of her life when she was 5 and refused to speak to her, and her father was tragically killed in a car accident when she was 17. She had no family to go to, since absolutely nobody wanted her. She wasn’t a deadbeat or a blight; her family was just that cruel, with the exception of her father, who was the last person in the world that she had faith in.
Ever since then, she kept the teddy bear that her father had given her—Mr. Taddy—in order to remind her of him and to keep all of her anxieties at bay. She’d never lost it, nor had she ever had anything bad happen to it.
I was going through some rough shit at the time, but this isn’t about me. She and I got together in a long-distance relationship (she lived in Maryland, I in Louisiana), and everything was good for 5 months. In June of 2011, she decided to fly in and spend the week with me. After our amazing week, she decided to leave Mr. Taddy with me before she flew back because she trusted me with him.
I broke up with her two days later. I’m not getting into why, because this story isn’t about me, but I regret all of it to this day.
She was distraught and in pure despair. She needed Mr. Taddy back, but I couldn’t find it in me to mail it myself. I gave it to my previous (and first) ex, trusting she could mail it out, since she was friends with Erin. She didn’t mail it out.
For the next few weeks, Erin was having panic attacks daily and cried most of the days she was awake. Not because of the break-up, but because she lost the only thing she had keeping her happy and sane. Her father’s death shattered her world, but it was only second-worst in comparison to this.
So please, signal boost this as much as you can. It might be just a small stuffed animal, but this is someone’s sanity, someone’s happiness. I genuinely hope it’s found soon.
jesus fuck i hope you find your bunny. i can’t even fathom a world without my blankie. I would risk my life in a house fire to save him. I may not need my blankie with me all the time, but I do have to periodically check on him since I keep him in a safe place tucked away until I need him because I’m so absolutely mortified of losing him or fraying him. dear god i hope you find your bunny. someone help find this persons bunny.