If you’re ever looking for me, search the corners or under the blankets. There’s so much comfort in the corner. No noise, no interaction, no one just you and it seems as though everything is clear, you mind is straight, your memory is back.. I hide in my c tiny closet, my door entrance, my mom’s closet when I want to be with Hod. It it brings me so much comfort being in those places. In broad daylight those places I won’t be but at night no matter how comfortable my bed is, I run to the closet or dooor and cover my head with my blanket. It feels like my space w for just me and God and I can talk to him a sometimes even if when I’m mad I will go in my closet because to me God is there. And he his. My closet is really small and I squeeze myself. I love it I squeeze a lot as though I’m still in my mother’s womb. So the closet is no problem for me. My mom’s closet also when she’s not home, is also my hiding place.