feeling safe.

[teal_tacos]

someone said to me “you are safe now” and as much as I wish it made me feeling something, the numbness is still very real.

What does it mean for you to feel safe?

[H_dear]

to not wake up frightened or shaking, to not be close to death that you can smell it.thats the least

But we strive for more like having a shoulder to lean to or to have someone so close to you that when you look into his eyes you know you won’t be left alone ever in your life . I hope you’ll feel safe again.

someone once told me i hope you’ll live a safe peaceful life and I still think it was the best thing someone ever wished for me

[Hidden]

Feeling safe for me is being surrounded by loved ones. Without that I feel like a target in a shooting range

[Raggedy-Ann]

Safe- each day I wake up not wanting to hurt myself. Or being in an environment where I am sure I can't and am supervised. Driving on local roads not the highway. My security door. Owning my house outright-nobody can take away my place to live. Money, being able to pay my bills. Trying to stick to a routine. My bedroom, bed and dogs, tv, computer all in one spot. Oxygen- I have respiratory issues.

[Midori]

Hmmm, Never really thought about it.

I guess now I'm feeling about a safe as I ever will, in my own home far away from toxic folk who don't know where I am. I am relaxed at least.

It's taken a long time, From the age of 28 when I became involved with an abuser. Didn't realise it until I was well down the tube, 2 children, and dreading his arrival each night from work. There was always something wrong. 15 years of physical, mental and monetary abuse, until I took the kids and escaped, went to a Womens' refuge, who moved me to a different part of the country and helped me get a restraining order and start divorce proceedings. Eventually, and I'm glossing over a lot of it, he committed suicide. His family accused me of murder. I was about 40 miles away at the time, at my father's house. Even at the funeral, they didn't give up. The police knew about how bad he was, and told them it wouldn't fly.

30 years later and 2 houses further along the line, I managed to escape the town where it all happened, and bought a house in Wales, nearly 300 miles and a country away. Here, with my son, who is now 33, I feel safe. At 74 I can, disabilities allowing, live without fear.

Cheers, Midori