I am just thinking about my upbringing and how I never felt safe or had a safe space. This resulted in me finding that space deeeeeeeeeeeep within my mind. I believe this is one aspect of what and why they call me bipolar. I always thought people could hear me even in my mind due to feeling unsafe for so long. I think I went deeeeeeeeep in there as a child and would often make up fantasies and have conversations in my mind and it would be so weird but entertaining and I would laugh while I did labor-tasks that I shouldn’t have had to do as a child. My safe space was my imagination. And now they are telling me it’s not real. But honey… either absolutely nothing is real… or everything is. I chose the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.