A little piece of me.
Soso (the wolf) is the guardian I’ve had since I was little, she’s a red wolf & I used to pretend to be her. She rescued me through the harder parts of my life, & lately it seems like those innocent parts of me are resurfacing to protect me. I’m not unsafe, my heart is just broken. Soso was named after the anti-bullying thing we had in our elementary school growing up. I don’t know if they still do that lesson in particular, and I don’t remember what all the letters stand for. I chose a wolf because in second grade, or around there I read a simple book about wolves and I admired their strength, size, and power. I held onto those core morals of loyalty, and I used Soso to be brave. When she failed, I had my plushies. Now I have the calicos from my sister, watching over me like they did one time ago. I have PTSD. The PTSD makes me think of things & overthink them, and because my dreams have been frightening i need Soso again. I’m not afraid to be judged in public anymore, I just want to feel comfort. I’m not a monster. I hope not anyway.
If you too have a buddy to help you through life, I would be happy to see them, happy to meet them!
Edit; I also just researched it & the actual bullying thing is HA HA SO