I feel safe wrapped in a blanket sitting on the couch in T's office.

Warmth makes me feel safe. So, wrapping up in a blanket, or imagining myself by a campfire, or sitting by a fireplace makes me feel kind of safe.

I didn't have anywhere safe growing up. But here, in my adult house, I do feel safe. At least the adult part of me does. For the younger parts inside, I tell them, "I've got you" (I learned that from Kiya) and it helps.

It's hard to feel safe, isn't it??