Going To My Happy Place

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During the years of abuse I suffered one of my coping mechanisms was to go in to my ‘happy place’. This was an area of my mind in which I made up a magical land with a sweet little cottage by a stream where fairies, dragons and unicorns etc would all be waiting for me whenever I needed to escape reality. As the years have rolled by I still use my happy place on occasion if I’m trying to blot out an unwanted memory or I’m in a situation that makes me feel uncomfortable , although now it’s a place full of Vampires and Werewolves and all the things that take me away from the pain of being alive that I still suffer.

  

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