Leo looked back at the book on his desk. He realized that being a companion to his clients required him to first be a companion to himself—to understand his own capacity for feeling so that he could keep the door open for others.
"It feels like everything is moving too fast to catch, doesn't it?" Leo said softly. Being Empathic: a Companion for Counsellors and...
He took a breath, anchoring himself in his chair. He didn't mirror her anxiety; he provided a container for it. Leo looked back at the book on his desk
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. He took a breath, anchoring himself in his chair
By the time Sarah left, the rain had turned to a drizzle. She wasn't "cured," but her knuckles were no longer white.