How would it feel when your safe space no longer feels safe?

Let me tell you: It is heartbreaking.

Lately, it feels like every safe space I used to have is no longer. I find myself crying over things without a constant to embrace me. I find myself being hurt about things without a constant to console me. I find myself being so scared that I have to scream my lungs out, without a constant to protect me.

I find myself reaching out to inanimate objects to keep me steady, gripping them tightly until my knuckles turn white, instead of a warm hand to squeeze through the pain and anxiety.

I find myself being very, very, very lonely…

A sorry, no matter how often it is said, is useless without change.

An I love you, no matter how often it is said, is useless if not felt.

How would it feel when your safe space no longer feels safe?

You instinctly feel the need to protect yourself. And so you build a wall to protect your peace. And so you build a wall to gain your safe space back.