There is a moment that happens in healing work, sometimes in the middle of a session and sometimes in the quiet of your own body in the early morning, when you realise that the tightness in your chest…
You’re not thinking about it. You’re driving somewhere ordinary, or standing at the sink after dinner, or lying in that quiet space between sleep and waking. And then, without invitation, a memory arrives that you haven’t visited in years…
The session is going well. You’ve settled into the rhythm of the work, the energy is moving, and then your client says something, or describes a situation in a particular way, or looks at you with an expression you’ve seen before in someone…
Nobody told you that doing the emotional work would feel like this. You started opening to something real in yourself. Maybe it was a healing session, maybe it was a long overdue cry, maybe it was the quiet courage of sitting with a truth…
