American girl doll

I don’t have any outfits to share right now. I’ve been picking at my skin from anxiety and I feel bad. when I was about 9, my girl cousins and I each got an American girl doll. I chose Kirsten. She was blond and from Sweden. I pretended I also spoke Swedish. I did not. I had clothes for her and accessories that were kept in a wicker trunk. Then a new doll named Felicity came out. She had beautiful red hair. I’ve always like shiny new things and Felicity was it. I hand wrote the doll hospital, asking for them to replace Kirsten’s head with felicity’s. They obliged. When my parents sold their NYC apartment, I picked up Felicity and the trunk and brought it to my home in queens. I wasn’t sure what to do with it but I didn’t want to get rid of any of it. They were special memories for me. Recently I took her down from the closet and now she’s in my bed. It feels comforting to have her with me. I sleep alone and I’ve been single for over a year now. I don’t have any pets. My family is a mess. It’s a bit isolating and lonely. I only have myself. I forget to breathe. I feel overwhelmed. I’m learning ways to regulate and come up with an order to the day that I can follow. Tomorrow I start volunteering weekly at a yoga studio in downtown Manhattan. It’s a special place and I‘m looking forward to being of service there and taking part in the classes too. blessings and peace to all