When Your Safe Space Grows Fangs and Bites You
What Nobody Mentions About Trust Until It's Too Late
Picture this: You’re having the most perfect moment of connection. Trust flowing like honey, your guard completely down, floating in that delicious space of absolute security. You’ve finally relaxed. You’ve stopped scanning for threat. Your nervous system has exhaled for the first time in months.
Then suddenly: CHOMP.
Your safe space grows fangs and takes a chunk out of your carefully constructed sense of reality. Welcome to the advanced masterclass of “So You Thought You Had This Life Thing Figured Out?” Tuition is your entire worldview. No refunds. Textbooks written in scar tissue.
And yes, let’s talk about timing, because your nervous system loves a theatrical entrance. These revelations always drop right when you’ve finally stopped bracing. Right when you’ve told your therapist you’re making progress. Right when you’ve started trusting your own judgment again.
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This essay grew up and moved out. It lives in Under the Healing now.
The full text is in print. A book with a spine, a cover, and a body that holds the whole thing.
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Yesterday I was playing a song by one of my favorite writers AND music artists - and the line is “Beyond safety, beyond risk.” ~ Alana Fairchild
Wpe out is so close to white out…so maybe we’re just wiping out what we no longer need!
I'll probably never walk on water - but I can certainly surf the waves. Thanks so much for this head's up about the full moon. Noted! That does not mean I will not wipeout...but it does mean that you, Dea, have done your karmic upmost for me. Deep bow and belly laughs. xo