Therapy for an Attachment Disorder

It involves singing.

She asked me to relax and let myself surrender to the music and just sing. I did. I sang a whole C major scale over a single octave, in tune, and with some wonderful tone.

It felt good.

She said, “There you are! That was you. I see you, Susan”.

Anxiety welled up in the back of my chest and the tears flowed. Being seen felt unsafe. Bad. Dangerous.