You wake up at 3am, heart somewhere between your chest and your throat, still holding the tail end of a dream that already feels more real than the room you’re lying in. The people in it were faces you haven’t seen in years. A house…
Someone has hurt you. Maybe it happened a long time ago, and the years have softened the edges a little. Or maybe the wound is more recent, still raw in places you weren’t expecting. And everywhere you turn, someone is offering the…
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…
There is a particular quality of agitation that arrives when healing begins to work. It shows up in the quiet moments, in the evenings, in the space between sessions, in the stillness you thought you’d been craving. Instead of the peace you…
