what is your happy place… could be a memory… could be a real place you have been to… a real place you dream about… a made up place whatever… what is your happy place like?
mine is a forest in the mountains light snow fall… a nice warm fire in a log cabin… a feast is prepared with all manner of foods… my friends and family are there both alive and gone… everyone is laughing and enjoying themselves… sometimes it is a huge gathering…sometimes it is just me and my soul mate snuggled up watching the stars… maybe I will make this place real one day…
I am a complete invalid very bad health, I can’t do anything!
It’s so frustrating!
Nothing happy, sometimes I wish I were old, less time to wait till death.
My life is one large bundle of suffering.
I think that what I am going through is a mild version of hell.
this is why I spend time making up my happy place… better than watching the clock strike down the minutes… if I think of the details of this fictional happy place it does make me smile…maybe build your happy place like I said better than watching the clock…
I remember I was happy enough in southeast Australia to feel the temperature below 10°C for the first time in my life. I am now back to sunny and tropical country but I agree with the statement that “the happiest people in the world are definitely not from tropical countries”.
that’s why my happy place is colder… ive felt tropical heat…id rather be in the Mojave… but a nice cold place brings people together… humid heat makes it hard to want to get close to anybody lol… a lot of people think the opposite though… they have never felt jungle heat…the heat…the insects… the noise… the heat…lol… so I agree but will add I don’t think the happiest people come from the very cold either… im unsure which is worse jungle hot or Alaska cold…
I like to think of an old apartment complex I used to live in when I was like 10 or so. Everything seems so big when you’re a kid. So the apartment living room was its own playground.
When I think of that place, I remember it was getting dark outside and then just going out and playing with the other kids in the apartment complex. Don’t even remember their names/faces or whatever, but it didn’t matter.
Then we all went into some lady’s apartment who invited us in, She gave us graham crackers and showed us some of her stuff.
I remember telling my mom about that last bit and of course she was like, “Oh no! Don’t go into some stranger’s house! You could’ve got taken.”.
Except for that, the rest of the memory is great even if its a little vague and hard to remember the details.
That’s beautiful, @flameoftherhine! My happy place was hiking on the fire roads in Northern California where I used to live. I’d hike up to the highest point and drink the cool wind like water. The sounds of neighborhoods far below were muffled. I could smell the earth and the trees, and all around me was open sky. My mind was calm like nowhere else and my body was strong.
I miss that.
aw I miss that area too… that place sounds wonderful… you would like the part of Germany I lived in… imagine northern California + castles… lol the smells you describe are some of the most wonderful smells and I do miss them… I like your happy place too…
yea infection gone after 2 rounds of antibiotics … replaced that with a double kidneystone and low blood sugar… I cant win… I know its all preventable and survivable… but its miserable… did beat lego marvel with the little one 100% of trophies and over all completion at 99.7% cant get the last gold brick because I used a cheat code in deadpools room to unlock spiderman instead of doing the race to get the brick and the char… but don’t care enough to start all over again lol
Mountains and moorland, while rain is hitting my face and the wind biting my cheeks. I am in a tent and I can feel the bogged moss beneath the canvas, there is heather all round and a brook, wagtails hopping around and as night descends you can hear owls calling and bats come out.
It is based on a combination of places I explored in the uk before becoming unwell, I haven’t returned to any of them due to restrictions on mobility since medication and weight gain. I’ve found accessible wild places and I have stood amongst mountains, but nothing is like when you are wild camping with no-one around. I hope to return to that person one day.
Mine is a lavender field with a circle pathway and a bench looking out to the field, I close my eyes and imagine it. It’s calming
Or if it’s something real, nature all the way I’m always happy outside in nature