#safe place

[yeesiine]

Mood: bury your face in my neck and tell me I’m your safe place.

[mydarkawaits]

the most beautiful feeling in the world is to be someone's home

[alkohollismus]

Du warst mein schönstes "Freut mich dich kennenzulernen" mein schlimmstes "Lebe wohl" und wirst mein größtes "was wäre wenn" bleiben.

[blazeemazing]

for the artists

i have a magma board up if you wanna chill out and draw your favorite things :3

You can just hang out, or rant about life, or talk about obsessions you've gained. Whatever you'd like, it's a chill de-stress zone :)

Eh, come draw if u want I guess, chill space. | Magma

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[thrivingwhilemultiple]

Day Sixteen

#16 - Prior to your DID diagnosis, had you been misdiagnosed with other conditions? (2026):

I mean, that’s what half our TWM posts are about, yeah?

Everyone, including me, knew my mental health was iffy starting at a too-young age (second grade comes to mind). Since then, there were sporadic attempts at counseling, but we began our official foray into therapy and mental health treatment barely out of high school. That lasted a bit more than ten years before we sought a dissociative specialist to finally break the unhelpful cycle.

If you’re interested in reading a detailed account (and a named tally (8? 19?)) of our misdiagnoses, click this blue here.

#16.5 - Where, as a system, is the safest place for you? Why? (2015):

Again, one simple question, so many answers.

Before it was nowhere, not even our own mind. Ooh, wait! Our safest places while growing up were in books — the ones we read (and re- and re-re-read), and the ones we wrote ourselves.

In our stories, we could disappear and have something else be real, something we (mostly) had control over. We used fictional worlds to work through our own struggles by masking them as something else, or creating a world with different struggles entirely. A world that was ours alone.

But it’s a whole new actuality now, one that’s firmly rooted in reality. I’d say one of our safest places is our home — our own space surrounded by our own belongings. We worked hard to build it, and it’s our favorite place to be. Bonus points if PeanutButter is home, too.

Another is Lighthouse’s office. It’s the place for all the things that have nowhere else to go, to be seen and understood in immeasurable ways. For all the secret stories that scare us. For all the discussions psychology isn’t quite ready for. Where no part of me has to stay tucked away, and where we all start learning to trust and allow love.

Lastly. . . and this one’s a long time coming. . . I am becoming my own safest place. My own temple, my own zen garden, my own personal sanctuary.

[hayaletveyasa]

Safe🤍

[wowfunfun]

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