I trail off as sadness wraps itself around my throat. There are moments in therapy, and this is one of them, when the pain is unbearable. If it were not for the empathic presence of another human being, supporting me, holding this space open for me, giving me hope, I genuinely believe I would die. She doesn’t even have to say anything. This is the fruit of a multitude of sessions: the ‘with-ness’ of another human being, which makes the unbearable bearable.
