I sat with her words still echoing in my mind: “I don’t know if I’ll ever feel joy again.”
This woman wasn’t a client. She was my mentor. Only for this conversation, I was the ‘older woman’. My daughter had died 15 years before hers.

Still I didn’t have a quick answer.

In truth, I’ve asked the same thing. Through grief. Through chronic illness. Through deep, soul-level weariness, I’ve wondered if joy would ever return.

But today, something simple happened. I went to make tea.