A letter to my favourite place.

Posted byDelilahSpuddy 4 Comments on A letter to my favourite place.

I’m a little behind and I’ve mixed it up a little… instead of writing to my dream or destination, I’ve written to my safe place.

Mar 22 (Sunday)– to your younger self (you can go back to any time you like)
Mar 23 (Monday)- to your older self (you to jump to any time you wish to)
Mar 24 (Tuesday)- to your present self
March 25 (Wednesday)- to Life
Mar 26 (Thursday)- to Time
Mar 27 (Friday)- to your Dream/Destination
Mar 28 (Saturday)- to someone who’s dear to you.. parents, grandparents, children
Mar 29 (Sunday)- to an old friend
Mar 30 (Monday)- to a stranger
Mar 31 (Tuesday)- to the month of March

https://bloggingexposure.wordpress.com/2020/03/22/lets-write-letters/

My goodness how I miss you!!! I cannot wait to come back once all this over. You have provided such comfort and shelter when I’ve needed it.

I cannot wait to come back and be hidden underneath the steam railway in the middle of the moors, I can’t wait to lay back on my favourite rock with my feet in the icy cold water, reading a book and lose myself for hours.

I can’t wait to hear the bridge creaking and rattling as the steam train comes rambling along filling the air with a thick cloud of coal filled steam.

I can’t wait to just be at peace and feel as safe as I do when I’m there with you ❤️❤️ I never really took you for granted with you so far away from my hometown, but I never thought I actually wouldn’t be able to visit if the opportunity arose!!

Until we meet again xxx

My favourite place in the world.

Published by DelilahSpuddy

Well when I first started this blog, I was just using it as an anonymous way to vent. I suffered a horrific year in 2018 starting with witnessing abuse in my work place and ending in an awful assault on me by a so called friend. Now as I start to recover I’m hoping to reach those who unfortunately may find themselves in my situation with nobody to turn to. I managed my PTSD symptoms a good 8 months before I was told I wasn’t going mad and actually there was a name for it. In those 8 months I came up with all sorts of weird and wonderful ways to ground and help myself. Some of the writing in my blog isn’t nice and contains some triggers so please be aware. It’s just what I need to do at the moment. But if you want to... feel free to have a look ❤️ welcome to the madhouse 😂

Join the Conversation

4 Comments

  1. Reply

    1. It’s the best place in the whole world! The best bit is you can’t find it if you don’t know where it is. I remember I went camping a few weeks after I suffered awful trauma and I escaped to my place for a full day, it was the first time I felt safe and sort of peaceful afterwards. Infact I think it was the first place I felt safe enough to cry. Xx

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  2. Oh, this looks peaceful. I remember visiting a similar place last year during my trip to Vaishno Devi in India. Some places make you feel at home ❤

    Like

    Reply
Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

Create your website with WordPress.com
Get started
%d bloggers like this: