I remember when I was little, being afraid to sleep alone in my room. I always felt heavy and sad, like there was something sucking the life out of me. Of course being a kid I though it was some monster, the big bad boogey man hiding under my bed. My mom got me a stuffed tiger, she told me that monsters are afraid of tigers and so long as I had mine they would leave me alone. I went to bed holding my tiger tight and I could feel that heavy feeling slowly go away. I remembering being so happy, not having to worry about the "monster" anymore. I took my tiger everywhere with me, and yes even to today I have my little tiger next to me on my nightstand. Not that I think there are monsters or anything, just because well I kinda fill safe with it there. I know it may sound silly but when I dont have it around, that awful feeling comes back, sometimes its really bad, like I feel like Im not alone. But it nothing to worry about, its just my mind playing tricks on me.......... right?