I could not get my breath. I had climbed the stairway into the office complex countless times, but this was the first time I was winded by it. I tried to engage in small talk with the receptionist, but I. could. not. breathe. Strange. Also strange was my throbbing calf muscle, but I was able...Read More

“How on earth are you not a quivering mass on the floor unable to function in the world?” That is a composite of the feeling I was having as I listened to one of my clients pour out his life story to me. Trauma was an everyday thing to him growing up. Horrific neglect, abuse,...Read More