You Are Safe Here
How to Find Your Safe Place
April 3, 2025 | Written by Belle Cruz
There were seasons in my life when the ground beneath me felt like glass. Shattered. Cracking. Always about to break.
People asked me where I felt safe…
and I didn’t know how to answer.
Because for so long, I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t feel completely safe anywhere—
not in my home, not in my body,
not even in the quiet corners of my mind.
But I’ve learned something along the way.
Safety isn’t always a place.
It’s a presence.
It’s a knowing.
It’s a whisper from within that says:
You are allowed to exhale.
You are allowed to rest.
You are allowed to be—all of you—here.
-Finding Safety in Yourself-
For trauma survivors, the body often feels like enemy territory.
We’ve learned to scan every room for threat, every silence for danger, every moment of calm as the beginning of the next storm.
But healing invites us to come home again—
not to the world around us, but to the world within us.
It starts gently.
With a breath.
A hand on the heart.
A moment where you tell yourself:
I’m here. And I’m not abandoning you.
It’s creating rituals of grounding.
Feeling your feet on the floor.
Speaking words of truth over your fear.
Letting tears come without shame.
Looking at the girl in the mirror and telling her,
“I love you. I really, truly love you.”
It’s rewriting the belief that you are only safe when others say so.
Because safety isn’t given by people—it’s cultivated by presence.
And for me, I couldn’t do that alone.
-Learning to Lean on God First-
Before I ever felt safe in my body,
I found safety in God.
Not the God of punishment, performance, or fear.
But the God who saw me trembling and stayed.
The God who whispered,
“You are mine. You are held. You are already home in me.”
I started by crying out when no one else was there.
And I discovered something dearly beautiful in those moments—
God didn’t need me to be strong to be near.
He became my hiding place before I could become one for myself.
It was in His presence that I learned I didn’t have to earn protection.
I didn’t have to explain my fear to be comforted.
I didn’t have to hide the wounded parts of me to be loved.
His safety softened my nervous system.
His nearness anchored my soul.
And in time, that divine steadiness became my own.
-You Are Safe Here-
So if you’re still looking for a safe place, start here:
A hand on your heart.
A whisper to your inner child: “I’m not leaving you.”
A breath that says, “We’re not in danger anymore.”
A prayer that says, “God, be my shelter when I feel exposed.”
A reminder: You don’t have to be fully healed to be held.
The safest place you will ever find
is the one where God meets you in your honest vulnerability
and you learn to meet yourself there, too.
You are safe when you stop abandoning yourself.
You are safe when your truth is no longer punished.
You are safe when your healing is not rushed.
You are safe when you remember…
You were never alone.
Heart AnchoringReflection:
Take a moment with these soul-centering questions:
What does safety feel like in my body today?
When was the last time I felt truly safe—physically, emotionally, or spiritually?
In what ways can I remind myself I am safe now?
What does it look like to invite God into the parts of me still holding fear?
Can I name a place, a person, or a practice that helps me return to peace?