Daily Prompt: “A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much.”
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My oasis grew and developed since I was a very young child. It was the place where he couldn’t hurt me physically or emotionally. It was the safest place I knew.
A place no one else could enter except for myself. I had the ability to flip the switch when he was in an abusive mood and I could transport myself away.
Thinking back, it is no wonder my teachers said I was a careless dreamer and that I never concentrated – but it was purely because I slipped into my sanctuary often. Harshness, loud voices, fighting, screaming, too much talking from other people made me flip that switch.
It was a place where my dolls became my pretend friends, we would have pretend telepathic conversations. In times of distress I would just look over at my doll which I had named Anne. She would stare back at me and would tell me that everything would be OK and when the going got really rough, that was when my angels appeared in my sanctuary, while I just closed my eyes, they spoke to me.
My imagination is still my oasis now, just in a very different way. Sometimes I cant always tap into that peaceful sanctuary way in the center of my mind but on good days I can…