07/07/2025
This poem comes from a raw and vulnerable place within me—as a therapist, and as someone deeply devoted to the healing path.
There are moments I see the light in others more clearly than they can see it in themselves. Growth and transformation are not just values I hold—they’re the foundation of both my personal and professional life.
And yet, I often find myself struggling when I don’t see the shifts or outcomes I hope for in the clients I hold space for. It’s not because I want to control, fix, or rescue—it’s because I genuinely care. I don’t want them to suffer.
I have to remind myself again and again: it is a sacred privilege to witness even a brief moment of someone’s journey.
This poem emerged from the tension I often feel—between the fierce fire inside me that wants to push for change, and the soft presence I know is needed most.
I believe many therapists and healers carry this quiet ache. But we don’t always speak of it.
So here’s to all of you doing the light work.
To those who hold pain with tenderness, who believe in healing even when it’s invisible, and who show up—again and again—with open hearts.
