I've spent my share of time in closets and under beds too.. when I was a teen and until I left my parents' house, I stayed in my room all the time. My mother always accused me of being snobby and anti-social because I didn't want to be out of my room with everyone else and wouldn't even keep the door open.

When life feels too overwhelming for me now, I still lock myself in my room. Sometimes I will crouch in a corner of the room on the other side of the bed away from the door.. or sometimes I lock myself in the bathroom downstairs - it's really tiny and feels a lot like a closet. But a lot of the time I still just want to go sit in a closet and hide.

There's nothing wrong with having a safe place to go to.