Safe

When I’m not getting things right I go to my safe place.

It’s not actually a physical place. It’s more like a memory. Like a preset. Where I can calm down. I can stand still.

But lately it’s not working. Mind too noisy. Too many problems at the same time. Bit of anxiety.

And by now I know what to try, at least.

Time to have friends closet, to help regulate and navigate this mess.

I need less problems. Less questions. Real friendships.

— Daniel Wildt

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