“Where do you go when you need somewhere to retreat to? To be safe? It could be a real place or imaginative.” She rests her eyes on me. They sear into my stitches. When her face falls, my body deflates. “Nobody is obligated to share, but I would love it if you all considered the question.”
“How about where you go when you want to stop retreating?” Sugar questions. She pokes at her skin like she’s dialing a rotary phone. “When does feeling safe become running away?”
Dr Edwards rests her elbows on her knees. “Great questions. From one perspective, a safe space is somewhere you can go for comfort. From another, it’s a place for you to work yourself out on your own terms. No judgement. You can think, feel, whatever you want.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be here?” Daniel asks.
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