CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

He’s a bravery dragon.”

Dr. Lowe nodded. “My mistake. Even better.”

That was how therapy began.

Slowly.

Gently.

With crayons, sand trays, puppets, and enough patience to rebuild a small bridge inside my child. The goal was healing. The conflict was that Laya thought healing meant proving she had not deserved to be left.

For weeks, she asked the same questions continue reading …