At one point in time my "safe place" would be out in the woods near my home. It's definitely not the wilderness, but a similar concept, the trees, the birds, other animals, the breeze. Even my backyard used to have that effect on me, especially when I have my pets out there with me (it's fenced in) and I could just kick back and zone out to all the stress and anxiety. Being able to take a quick swim.

These effects have worn off on me (now primarily the backyard because I have bad knees). I enjoy feeling the sun, but it no longer does anything for me mentally. I still go out there when I can, but the peaceful feelings, the safety, doesn't come to me anymore. I have been depressed, so that may be part of it, but I don't know, this started last year.

So I guess I feel safe with my therapist because she really was the key to helping me get through two crisis situations with my daughter last year, and my daughter's PDoc because, he has been able to talk me down from anxiety attacks about my daughter. Stayed on the phone with me for over a half hour one time when my daughter was in the hospital in October, and about 20 minutes just a few weeks after she got out of the hospital. Also several other conversations have gone way above and beyond what one should expect from a PDoc who is a one man shop, who makes call backs between appointments or during hours when he has no appointments.