The house I grew up in was a place of safety from the school bullies.

Going back there was another challenge but I could hide away in my bed. Only just realised that is why I always retreat to bed for safety now.

There are also spaces near my childhood house where I used to flee too that have a safe feeling while the house evokes great stress.

I am not sure I understand how a person brings a cub into the world and fails to love and protect them.

I am sending empathy and compassion to you Fuzzybear and all who know this feeling