My home has become something else in the last 5 months. It has went from my bed, my room, my safety place. Into a new safety place, well person.
People have always been a touchy subject for me. I’ve always been anxious around them, scared to do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing. In the back of my mind I always am worried are they going to hurt me, what if I make them to angry? Will they betray me? Will they unintentionally hurt me? Well, that one is basically a definite.
The thing is I’m not scared when I’m with them. I’m happy. I know they will hurt me, but I don’t care. I’ll probably hurt them too. I feel like I can be myself with them.
They are my home.