The Question Of Comfort

I'm an artist, always analyzing things. For as long as I can remember, there's been a part of me that finds solace and joy in creating spaces where I feel taken care of like when I was much younger. It’s not about the nostalgia, but rather how it feels to be truly cared for without conditions. Recently, this manifested with someone who understands my need for this kind of adult intimacy - we share a connection through regression play, and it's incredibly freeing. Why does this appeal so much? It's a question I haven't figured out yet.