Author: ishabae

Reflections on working in Art & Trauma

Molly grabbed my forearm and staring straight into my eyes she paused before she said, “God has been cruel to me.” Her words, her look of anguish, and the intensity of her tone pierced straight through me like a punch into the stomach. I wanted to say to her, Me too, I wanted to say, I’m so sorry! I wanted to say, It’s going to be okay; I wanted to say so much to her. But instead I held her arms in a gentle embrace, I looked straight back into her eyes and I said, “I know”. I sent her as much compassion from my heart as I could muster, as she was led back to the car by her carer.