I have a patient who, due to a stroke, has not been able to form a single word. And every day, at some point during our sessions she begins to cry.
So I sit there in silence holding her hand until the tears have passed.
On this day, as we sat in silence with hands held tight, her looking at me with tears in her eyes, she took a deep breath and, as she released it, out came a whispered, "Thank you..."
As the tears leave her eyes and begin to fill mine, I am reminded that open presence and compassion can sometimes be healing enough.