I have approached (only) two kind beings for help after a traumatic incident 4 years ago. First one was a young and fine therapist from Mumbai. A wonderful woman, younger than me. She spoke little in the sessions, as a rule even when I didnt want to. I was encouraged to speak from the beginning till the end of the session, she only listened and took notes :D . I recollected memories from the past, discovering where the trauma started, following her questions. I expressed more. I felt valued, significant. Laughed more at discoveries. And cried and cried. Cried and then laughed. Vented out feelings of betrayal, fears of abandonment. Felt better after each session. But, Did I think about the girl on the other side who offered herself as “Therapist”? I felt light. and was ready to "this time more consciously" create another round of mess with all my validated emotions :D But how is she feeling? Did my emotion care about hers? More emotion means more concern, right? No, I h...