Safe Place

It isn’t running away, it’s your path toward freedom

Anyone who goes to trauma therapy knows this place. But even before I started my therapy, Sweden had become my safe place. It began with my first vacation in Sweden about 20 years ago.

A deep inner peace settled over me there as soon as I had crossed the Öresund Bridge. All on its own. And ever since, Sweden has been my place of refuge. When everything gets too much, or when the traumatic memories and sensations from my childhood come up again. Then I sit down on the warm steps of the wooden deck in front of my Swedish house, dig my toes lightly into the warm pebbles and look out at the blue water spreading out before me. A small white wooden boat lies at its mooring. The only way off the small, lonely island where I am. How soothing that there’s no one else around me. No one can disturb my peace here – on this warm summer day. With the cool breeze, it’s so pleasant that I could stay sitting like this forever.

When I open my eyes again, I take this feeling of freedom with me into the “now,” and things already feel a little lighter.

Take a moment and think about which place feels like this for you.

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