Yes this is a vent. And yes my stuff animals are my BEST friends. They are always there for me (unless I lose one). I tell them EVERYTHING. They help get through tough times. It's alright if I cry in front of them. They help with sleep deprivation and depression. I love them and they love me. I'm glad I have them. They make me feel calm, stable, and happy. I vent to them and it helps me. I know that they don't respond that's fine it just helps me get somethings off my chest. My stuff animals listen to me and I calm down when I curl up and hug them. If I have a bad day they are the first "person" I tell.