I wasn't quite sure what category to put this question in, but it relates to anxiety so I thought why the heck not. Anyway, I'm a girl who just turned 15, and I've had my share of depression/anxiety in my life (don't panic though, I'm recovered now). The gist of the question is this: When I was adopted as an infant of a couple months old, my non-biological mother gave me a baby blanket, blue with teddy bears playing with balls and blocks and lollipops. I've had this blanket nearly my whole life, and still sleep with it today. I don't really know if it's normal for a teenager to sleep with his/her baby blanket, since you're older and don't really need it any more. I can certainly sleep without it now. When I was younger though, I would get bad panic/anxiety attacks before bed if I knew I wouldn't be sleeping with my blanket that night. For example, I brought my blanket with me to my grandma's funeral, for comfort and reassurance (I was 5, 6, or 7 at the time). However, when we left, I forgot it at the funeral home. So when bedtime rolled around and I knew it was lost, I FLIPPED OUT. I was crying and screaming and hyperventilating because I couldn't sleep with my blanket. I remember it so vividly. It sounds stupid, I know, but it really was one of the most emotionally frightening experiences of my life. Anyway, back to the point. When sleeping now, I normally just have the blanket next to me, and I'm not hanging on to it all night like a long time ago. Sometimes, on a hot night, I'll leave it out from under the covers and let it get nice and cool, and hug it to cool me down before I fall asleep. Like I said, I don't NEED it to sleep, and I don't freak out if I misplace it. But, still, I feel a connection to it? I named it "Blankie" when I was really little (I know, original), and he was afraid of heights. That's the only trait I gave him. Today, if I had a bad day at school, or an argument with my parents, I'll go into my room, flop onto my bed, and cover my face with the blanket. It has a certain smell to it, nothing in particular, just a unique smell. I would know it anywhere. And it doesn't necessary smell good like a batch of cookies, or bad like rotting apples, but just: A smell. And it comforts me so much whenever it is present. Is this weird? Should I try to break off ties with my blanket altogether? Will people judge me for it? Or is it okay? Because I really don't see myself abandoning this blanket unless it's necessary. I guess I could do it, because I'm not deathly attached to it like before, but still. I would appreciate your opinion on my predicament, and I'm sorry this is really long. It's 1am and I felt the need to overly explain absolutely everything. Thanks ^.^ <3