Where there was something and suddenly wasn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.
Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the I didn't do
crackle after the blazing dies.
Naomi Shihab Nye
Words Under the Words
We cannot change the weather
We cannot change the reality of pain or uncertainty.
It seems we can hardly change ourselves.
As a survivor, you may look through the tunnel of recovery, awake to it all.
You can feel alone in the struggle.
But imagine an experience that could go beyond the words of your story to forge a process of trust where you can be safely held and sustained.
Imagine a place where the unsayable is heard, and that which has been invisible to others is seen.
Imagine a way to be safe enough to be truly yourself as you share your story and your journey.
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