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Originally Posted by Partless
It frustrates me that bad things are so much more powerful than good things. Because of the abuse stuff, now even times when I felt loved (and was loved) seems meaningless. It's like one bad apples, it ruins everything. Why do we have to always protect good things, like love or safety or joy, from negative forces all around us? Anyhow....
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I think it takes some time to make sense of the juxtaposition between good and bad things, positive and negative parts of people. People who are abusive can have incredible good parts to who they are, or some parts of the relationship (besides the abuse) can meet your needs. Likewise, things can be bad without ruining the good parts. The world and the people in it are complex and nuanced.
My safe place is always somewhere I have been-- like the snorkeling spot off the coast of Puerto Rico, the swimming beach in Kauai, the cliffs over the Pacific in No. California. These are all places I've been, so I imagine myself snorkeling with the fishes, swimming in the ocean, or walking along the bluffs. Since I was there and nothing bad happened when I was, my safe spot is essentially reliving in my imagination something from my past.