Healing Grief & Anxiety with BodyTalk

I remember being only about three or four years old in northern California. Dad would religiously perform his daily duties, including the forty-hour workweek. My mother tended to take naps and cry a lot when he was at work and my older sister was at school (grief from the past and anxiety about the future). I would go into her bedroom when I was done with my nap to find her in bed. She would tell me to play quietly in the living room and that she just needed to rest a bit more. I had no idea she was depressed. I was too young to understand any of it. I spent a lot of time by myself due to her depression. As a result,