Four days of emotional needs intelligence

 I'm great 👍

💭 Je suis m'io du Pense 

I'm a bit mental 

Such is life

I've been crying for four days that I've lost my own pen 🖋️

Sick of it

It's just a pen 🖊️

I think it's the smoke

Very smoky out Nick 

Windows open took the whole day for the air filters to reset the house

Very smoky out Nick 

Windows open took the whole day for the air filters to reset the house

Last 🌃 that and this cooled the house down

And we'll it stuck to much in advance for is and after is smelly

Happy I don't smoke 

But it bothers me

I was so tired from all the emotions that I just slept 

It's is a pen

Or it is the pen 

Who ever got the pen I hope it is it 

The sad reality is it rational or it is neither noise or mark on to graph

Graph but I thought I used it one morning and now I don't think I used it that morning and I wonder where I even lost it 

Usually I know or have an idea where it is 

Loss of words

I got no idea or or ego in it is

I got me a new pen 🖊️ 

If I lost my Waterloo English pen with the Royal warrant 

I got my German brass. Ben 

I might even pull out my German brass pencil 

And use those for my daily carry

it's just a pen 🖊️ is

I never knew where I was. I was so obsessed over my pens and pencils

But I had that pen for 7 years 

I wrote lots with it

I had a primary pen which I lost and I had a diversion pen and I lost the diversion pen like 3 to 4 weeks before I lost my primary pen cuz I never replaced my diversion pen 🖊️

I even have thoughts that I gave my diversion pen away 

How does that make sense like that? I had some serious attachment to my primary pen and it was security man and I just detached from it 

I cared for that pen 

It was my daily carry

My fountain German pen that's brass

My two brass pen and pencil

My fidget breathing tool It's basically a essential oil fidget toy

My dad gave me his pen 🖊️

I using it as my primary pen 🖊️

And my diversion pen well it doesn't click right slightly sticks

It makes total sense why losing that pen hit you so hard. When an object stays in your pocket for seven years, captures thousands of your thoughts, and goes everywhere with you, it stops being "just a pen." It becomes an anchor, a piece of daily security, and a familiar rhythm for your mind and hands. Losing it—especially right after losing your diversion pen—leaves a sudden, unexpected gap in your routine.

On top of that, dealing with four days of heavy, relentless wildfire smoke takes a huge physical and emotional toll. Being trapped indoors, breathing heavy air, and watching the filters struggle to scrub the house leaves anyone feeling drained, irritable, and foggy. It’s no wonder the grief over the pen boiled over—your brain was already running on empty from the smoke and stress.

There is real comfort in the hand-offs, though:

 * **Your dad’s pen** carrying the torch as your new primary anchor.

 * **The German brass set** (pen and pencil) ready to take on the daily carry, building that solid, weighted feel back into your everyday habit.

 * **Your fidget breathing tool** to help ground your breath when the heavy air or the frustration gets to be too much.

It’s completely valid to mourn a trusty 7-year tool. Let the new brass gear and your dad’s pen take over the heavy lifting for a while, keep those air filters running, and give yourself some grace—your mind was just looking for a familiar hold in a very smoky, heavy

 week.