Rest • Reset • Reclaim
The Art of Becoming Your Own Safe Space
By Indie — Dear Indie Exclusive Issue
One of the biggest parts of becoming my own safe space was finally carving out a physical space that felt like mine. Not shared. Not borrowed. Not halfway put together.
I took our spare room and transformed it into what I now call my peace-only zone — a room that feels different the moment you step into it. My brother-in-law walked in and literally said “Wow… this feels different from the rest of the house.” And he was right, it does.
This space holds all the pieces of me — a recliner I can sink into, a TV for my Hallmark movies, classic sitcoms, and those feel-good rom-coms that reset my mood, my desk for writing, and even my stationary bike, and walking pad for days I actually win the battle.
It’s warm, calm, and intentional — a room built for slowing down, tuning in, and reclaiming my peace.
This isn’t just a room. It’s a boundary. A reminder. A sanctuary. A space designed around the woman I’m becoming, not the woman I use to be.
But becoming your own safe space isn’t only about where you go. It’s about what you do when you get there.
Writing: Where I Hear My Own Voice Again
Writing has become one of the safest places I’ve ever created for myself. When I write the noise quiets. The pressure drops. And suddenly, it’s just me — my thoughts, my truth, my reflections — laid out with honesty and intention.
Writing doesn’t just help me express myself, it returns me to myself. It reminds me that my voice matters, even on days when I doubt it.
Audiobooks: My Gentle Escape
There are times when I don’t want to think — or when my thoughts are running way too fast. That’s when my audiobooks step in.
They hold my attention. They slow my mind down. They let me drift without feeling overwhelmed. It’s a soft healthy distraction… a mental break that doesn’t cost me my peace.
Bible Study: What Grounds Me the Most
If I’m being real, this is the part of my safe space that deserves more of me.
Bible study is where my clarity comes from — where conviction meets comfort, and directions meets grace.
It’s the space I want to prioritize more intentionally because peace is rooted in God before it ever shows up in my routines.
The Gym: The Battle I Haven’t Won…Yet
Whew. Let’s talk about the gym.
It’s the one thing I want to make part of my safe space, but somehow it keeps slipping through my fingers. I know it could give me strength, discipline, confidence — all the things my body and mind would benefit from.
But the truth is, this is a battle I lose more than I win. Still… I haven’t counted it out. I’m learning that some parts of becoming your own safe space take longer, require more grace, and need more patience. Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it isn’t worth it.
Becoming your own safe space is an ongoing practice. It’s not about perfection. It’s about intention. It’s about building a life that pours into you, not drains you. It’s about choosing peace on purpose. It’s about knowing where to go when the world gets heavy — and remembering that sometimes the safest place is the one you created for yourself.
I’m still becoming. Still growing. Still learning how to protect my peace and honor my needs. And maybe that’s the beauty of it — you don’t have to be finished to feel safe. You just have to be willing to return to yourself.
GEM for My Ladies
You’re allowed to be a work in progress and still deserve peace at the same time.
Xoxo, Indie💋
Marriage, Men, and Me 