Do you have a place you can go when everything gets to be too much? I’m not talking about dissociation or regression. I’m talking about that place that’s in your head where you go to be alone, to think, maybe to just feel.
What’s it like? That place of yours? Is it a childhood memory of a place you used to visit? A fantastic place you just thought up? I have a place like that. I don’t know if it’s a real place or not. I don’t recall ever going to this place with anyone, but then again, I don’t remember much of my childhood. I go there often to just think and clear my head. When I lay in bed, trying to sleep and it just won’t come I go there and I stare off into the sky. When things get to be too much, and I feel like I can’t last, that is my haven of comfort. I sometimes wonder if that is what heaven’s like. It’s so quiet and peaceful.
I’m always alone, I mean I don’t imagine anyone there with me, but I never feel alone. I feel complete, like nothing could ever hurt me again. It’s such a wonderful place, but it’s so hard to describe. It looks like a normal place, but the way it feels is magical. When I go there I can feel the sun and the wind. I can smell the air. I have a hard time imagining things like that with any other place. It feels like I know the place well.
I’d give anything to go there for real, if it does exist. To me, it feels like home.
There are two places I go, one dark and one light, for different reasons for getting away.
Of the Darkness, it is here even sometimes in my writing…the depression and loneliness…a place in the darkness that eventually has a road that leads into the light. This is where the most is learned about life, finding depth in the meaning. Not a place for the faint-hearted or for those who cannot tolerate the mindless dispare.
Of the Light, there is the fantasy world of my on-line novel “Voltarrens of the Six Realms” (find link in profile) where what I learn is imparted to others in a more palitable form for the mind to absorb. A place where magick still exists and life is resolved through adventure, my alter ego self.
thanx for the reply. it’s nice to know that no matter what, you always have a place to go.
I guess I have a similar sort of a thing. Whenever I get scared or insecure my head goes to this place where I used to be when I was little. Whenever my Dad used to go crazy, there was this space behind the door of the cupboard in my room where I used to hide. It was this tiny little space where I could sort of curl up and wait for my Dad to go to sleep or whatever.
When my head goes back there, I guess it helps me realize how much stronger I am now. Helps me stop hiding.
Wow … haven’t thought about that in a while. Kinda sad really, I recently moved back to my old house (I own it now) and I pass by that spot everyday. It never really occurred that I’d been visiting it in my head for years. Hmmm …. weird.
thanx for the reply. it’s amazing what we forget until something triggers it to come back.
I have sort of have a place like that. It’s my own adventure that’s different every time. I guess it’s not really my “place” becuase it’s always different and It’s just where I go. I’m with the wolves and the wilderness, and whenever I go there, I don’t know who I am. Am I a person? I don’t know, it’s just my place to go in my mind and take time away from reality.
oops, I messed up that first sentence.
thanx for the reply, and for reading.
My place is a completely black box, a large box, and sometimes it looks more like a stage, with a great big curtain. It helps me to clear my head, sometimes thoughts of a calm ocean does that also, but always at night. My peaceful places are all dark, because it allows the colour of the world to fade and lets me be at peace.
(And before you say ‘thanks’ for replying, no problem! *grin* Just noticed the pattern.)
P.S Is ‘Deniado’ the name of your place? It’s really interesting sounding.
Yes, it is. My place is dark, but not exactly dark like yours. mine is more of a stormy weather type sky.
you gave it a little name? how … erm … interesting
didn’t really think about it, the word just popped into my head when i was writing this, so i adopted it as the name of my place. i don’t think it’s a real word.