I worked with Nati for a year. For the first two months, we met every week, and later, as needed—when she needed or felt like. Tall, looking like a model, smart, and a bit chaotic, she initially told me that nothing in her life was how she wanted it to be, and she couldn’t understand why. Logically, she could see the steps she needed to take, but things just weren’t working. She was overlooked for promotions, her relationship was falling apart, and she was fearful of her mother’s opinion, which led her to delay announcing her decisions to her —always worried about what her mother would say.

After our first session, she was set to fly to Paris. She called me from the airport, she wanted to share what happened after our first session. She wanted that change to happen quickly. Oddly, she couldn’t find the exit and kept shouting to someone – “Excuse me, where is the EXIT? Where is the exit?” She repeated this several times while on the phone with me.

In the later sessions I learned that Nati’s father had died suddenly when she was just 8 years old, and she had been left alone in a bathroom for a few hours while chaos unfolded outside. Emergency crew arrived, and everyone was focused on trying to save the dad, but little Nati was forgotten in the bathroom, overwhelmed, guilty, and completely frozen.

During our sessions, we often returned to “that bathroom space” – releasing emotions that were deeply suppressed and ignored, layer by layer. We talked “there”, comforted the little girl, and gave her courage. However for weeks, Nati wasn’t ready to even touch the door handle.

In the meantime, Nati’s life began to change. She began to reach her inner self, began to understand why her life felt so chaotic. SHe started reconnecting with her family roots. She reached out to her father’s family and began exploring her family history. She diligently followed my suggestions. she did all the homework I suggested to her – she put a lot of heart and work into these processes. She started sharing her decisions with her mother without guilt or apprehension. She even bought herself a beautiful cat, even though in the past her mother said she didn’t like cats, so Natka didn’t have any either.

In one of our final sessions, I asked Nati who would help her leave “that bathroom”. She immediately replied, “My mom.” In a mental process, we asked her mom for help. She took the little girl’s hand and bravely guided her out of the bathroom. Brave Nati found the exit.

Thank you, Nati, for your trust, for engaging in the beautiful processes, and for allowing me to guide you on this part of your journey.