Home Is A Safe Place

Home is more than a building, home is a safe place to be who I am. I can be my silly, fun self at home. I have lots of memories at home. When I got my first dog at 6 years old, it was the happiest day of my life. I felt safe with my new companion by my side, protecting me from the world, until my world fell apart. My dog died of cancer when I was 8. When my mom told me, I felt my chest tighten and unshed tears in my eyes. The smell of fear and sadness lingered in the air. I felt cold, as if all the warmth in my body drained. My home was my only safe space, to talk about my feelings and to take care of myself. My family helped me through my tough times and brightened up my day when I really needed it. I love baking in my home, it helps me with managing my stress. I baked to help me recover from losing my dog to cancer. I bake to help relax my mind, mostly when I am sad. When I am sad I use the colour blue. I don't like the fact that blue is my sad colour, so I try to think of everything that is blue that I love. Like the sky, the ocean and blueberries. While I baked, I would think of everything that's going on. I love making cupcakes and cakes for my family and friends to enjoy, I feel safe in my home and in my kitchen. For me, home is a place where I can be me, share my feelings and feel loved.