I’m working under the definition of a happy place as a place where one can escape anything that is causing trouble, be it physical, mental, emotional, or what have you. As far as a place which I know about and it is secret to anyone else, I have none. The office is my “safe space,” for the most part, which is in my opinion similar to a happy place. Non-physical spaces, I have the internet. When I’m surfing the net, it’s easy to not think about anything that is causing me burden or pain. I don’t have a single mental space, however. If I’m completely alone, I need a computer or a novel or something in order to be able to focus my thoughts. When I’m in the car, I pay attention to the radio when I can, and it causes me to sort of make connections between song lyrics or news stories and things that happen to me.

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