Then I shifted it. I suggested:
“Yes. It is dark. And you feel alone. But what if this darkness is not death but growth? Like a seed buried in the earth. It feels dark, cold, isolated, but it is preparing. It is gathering strength. It is growing roots you cannot see that break through the hard shell of emotional scars. You are not trapped. You are transforming.”
She froze. Then she cried. But not a hopeless cry, a release. Hope entered her body. Her trance changed shape.
That is how we do the work
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