My Safe Place – well, I have two meanings to this.
One is where I feel safe and secure and that is where-ever my husband and I are together – generally at home or in the Motor Home. Having had what people call a dysfunctional childhood, I am glad I have a safe place. It helps when I have a depressive episode. I like to be in my safe place. Knowing that the world can’t get at me, and that if I want to or need to, I can just curl up and do nothing.
My other safe place is a Universal one. We all have one. We have all said – “I will put it in a safe place” and then whatever the item is, is hidden away.
I currently am looking for my safe place. I have put my passport in it, with the card element of my driving licence. I know they are safe. They must be. They are in my Safe Place.
I wish I knew where it was. I have an inkling. I am off there now to search high and low.
I also have to finish clearing the office out. My youngest son is due home at the weekend, I have promised to clear some space so that he can continue his University work while at home, he gave me two choices – the office or the dining room. Neither are currently available for use. I will have to work hard to clear either. I have been working on the office trying to sort out all the stuff that has accumulated and it has reached that stage where it looks worse before it looks better! I have boxes everywhere.
Do you have a “safe place”? Do let me know, you never know, it may help me find mine!!!