Tom slumped in the chair opposite mine. At 62 years old, he was toned, dressed in cycling gear, and appeared at least ten years younger; except for his face. He wore a weathered countenance the most prominent features of which were a frown and red, swollen eyes. Tears are common when I ask clients “what brings us together?”, but it was evident on that day, Tom had cried at home, on his bike, and in my foyer. When he divulged his reason for visiting me, it was even clearer he had been living the same anguished pattern for five months. He had been by crippled by grief since the Winter…
