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Sarah’s shoulders dropped an inch. "I feel like I'm screaming underwater," she whispered. "Everyone tells me to just swim to the surface, but I don't know which way is up."

He took a breath, anchoring himself in his chair. He didn't mirror her anxiety; he provided a container for it. Being Empathic: a Companion for Counsellors and...

By the time Sarah left, the rain had turned to a drizzle. She wasn't "cured," but her knuckles were no longer white. Sarah’s shoulders dropped an inch

Late that afternoon, Sarah sat across from him. She didn't speak at first. She just gripped her bag, her knuckles white, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an exit from her own skin. her knuckles white