So the ages of 13-23 were some of the darkest times for me because I didn't have a teddy bear. My wife swears by them, and I am thankful.
We probably have 100 stuffed little friends now. My wife and I have 4 bears on the bed at any given time. The one I sleep with most is named Frank, and he got me through the last few years of hell. I don't think I'd be here anymore if I didn't have a bear to hug. If Frank (named after Mr. Sinatra) didn't save my life, he definitely saved my sanity. Frank also has a matching fuzzy blanket that he came with that lives on my couch.