Confessions of a secret teddy bear cuddler

January 8, 2016

I cuddle my secret teddy bear at night Holding him close to my chest so tight In the midst of loneliness he can be my friend Someone to be there, even if it's pretend For I may be young or I may be old But my needs are important and I cannot withhold His softness so gentle, warm and secure Leaves me vulnerable and wanting more For he is just a teddy bear hidden in my bed It's a real person I long for to hold me instead For I may be young or I may be old But my needs are important of which I cannot withhold

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My poems are reflections of my life experiences and about suffering and vunerability from the heart and my digital artwork endeavours to invite you to really look into the images at all the small details. I am a believer that there is always a way forward to heal our wounded mind and bodies and reconnect with our inner child. It is my aspiration that my blog www.heartsick.org.uk will connect with other people who have or continue to suffer heartbreak, heartache and mental health problems, to illict hope, and offer a virtual loving hand and to say "you are not alone". I am also a clincal lead complementary therapist, specialising with the effects of trauma on mind and body and a mental health sufferer It is at the heart of all relationships that we are vulnerable to heartsick. The paradox is it is also relationships and love that can heal us (Jessica Charles, 2016).

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