My happy place is inside my head. I close my eyes and my ears, sometimes with my earplugs, and retreat into my happy place. I take my happy place wherever I go and I go there whenever I need to be somewhere safe. It is safe in there, even though I am by myself. I can survive in there. Through anything. I go to my happy place to fall asleep. I sleep there most nights. I listen to myself breath and I hear my heart beating, my stomach gurgling, myself swallowing, and it reminds me that I am alive. And I am safe in my happy place.
I go to my happy place before studying for exams, during panic attacks, when I am falling asleep after a hard day. I go there when I am at school, when I am in my room, when I am at work, at the gym. These places are usually safe, but the memories jump on me and I have nowhere to go. So I go to my happy place when I am forced to stay where I am physically. It is brilliant! And no one can take it away from me.
Sometimes the nightmares find me in my happy place after I have fallen asleep, but they have to be reminded that they can’t hurt me anymore. I tell the nightmares that I am safe, they are only memories, one more day behind me every time I wake up, and they cannot have power over me anymore. They are not welcome in my place. My happy place is mine. And no one or anything can take it away from me.