Do you have one?
I had a blankie when I was little that I loved more than anything. I would sleep with it in bed, crushed in my hands. It had a wonderful texture to it and a satin edging. It was white. My brothers made fun of me because I had it. I kind of half-recall sleeping with it long into my teenage years, but I’m not sure. I remember having it when I got my daybed at thirteen, so it could be that I remember having it in my daybed but not when I stopped sleeping with it. I have no idea what happened to it, but I wish I did.
I don’t use a comfort item now, but I know I have a comfort “place” that I go to when I am feeling sick or anxious or upset.