Field Therapy

When I’m in the room I realise that all this person wants is to have a relationship with someone where they don’t have to be something other, in order to be accepted, where the mask can come off without feeling the crippling shame of judgement. Sometimes its enough to just sit in the acceptance that there’s nothing we can do but sit in nothing, and wait, there is no hypothesis, no model, circle or triangle that can take the place of the human experience of loving the person across from me without expectation or judgement, without the preconceived notion of right or wrong that they have held over themselves like a circus mirror, distorting the truth that they are a unique and valuable individual worthy of love. Knowing that for all of the grief, loss and regrets that they carry for the choices they have made, that have brought them to this place, they have been doing the very best that they can with what they have been given. And that for each scar that life has placed on their skin, there was a blade that cut and a hand who wielded.