I have approached (only) two kind beings for psychological/spiritual 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. 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. I expressed more. I felt valued, significant, hopeful. 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 completely as a “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 or empathy, right? N...