One of my favorite things
is to witness laughter reemerge
in a client with chronic,
treatment-resistant depression.
The work is by no means over.
A laugh is a window into their
old self, or their never-was-
but-can-be self. We still
must re/build the roof, the
walls, the door, the floor,
the hearth, the junk drawer…
You can imagine. Finally,
they can, too.
