The Shape of Safety
Where the nervous system can finally rest.
By Alicia Melnick Published 7 months ago • 1 min read
Image and writing by the author.
I dream of being held. My head on someone’s chest, listening to their heartbeat. Their hands in my hair, not to escalate, but to comfort and ground me. A moment of real peace. Where I don’t have to be strong. Where I can just exist and be held. I would breathe them in and fall asleep in their arms.
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About the Creator
Alicia Melnick
Writer & visual artist exploring emotional truth, creativity, and the long work of breaking inherited patterns. Essays and prose exploring resilience, identity, and carrying light forward. 📜 writing | 🎨 art → @spookywhimsy
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