Yebin H...
Osan Middle/High School
Ever since I was younger, I was never used to sleeping alone in my bedroom. It never felt safe, even in the mornings. I always felt like I needed someone around, or else something bad would happen to me. Whenever I had to sleep alone, I would put my blankets over my head, praying that nothing would get me. However, now my bedroom is the place where I feel most comforted and safe.
Even though my bedroom being a place where I feel most safe and comforted may sound banal, it doesn’t feel that way to me. Just a few years ago, I hated being in my room. It felt like I was separated from my family, and I just wanted to get out. It wasn’t as if there was nothing to do in my room either—in my mind, my bedroom was simply a place to sleep. However, as my days started feeling longer, I found myself spending more than half the day in my room without even realizing it. A place that once filled me with fear became a space that brings me comfort and allows me to recharge both socially and physically. At first, it felt strange to spend so much time in my room, but now, I stay there for most of the day on weekends. Even though it may sound cliche, I truly enjoy the time I spend in my bedroom, where I can be alone and unbothered.
Over time, my bedroom has changed from a place of fear to a place where I feel safe and at peace. What once felt lonely and unwelcoming has now become my own personal space, where I can relax, think, and regain my energy. It’s no longer just a place to sleep, it’s where I feel the most comfortable. No matter how stressful life gets, I know my room will always be a place where I can find comfort.