Miscarriage therapy bear in Adventures with fertility

Want to talk insanity? I came home grabbed a teddy bear who by the way my husband names Beary Styles. I dressed it in a onesie. I have been cuddling it and crying with it.. Beary is my therapy bear. I was caught by the Door Dash lady cuddling Beary and crying while my husband tried to coax me back in the house. I had to explain I miscarried this morning and I am trying to cope. Beary is beside me on my bed. I have a level exhaustion that can’t be resolved with a nap.