So often what we want most when we’re overwhelmed, afraid, exhausted, lost, a foreigner in our own bodies is to be seen. To be heard. To have another human being understand, really understand, what we’re going through, where we’re coming from. To have another human being listen, without texting, without looking around, without criticizing. To look at us directly, to look into our eyes. To be present with us wholeheartedly. To say, I see you, I hear you, I am here.  We don’t want advice. We don’t even want reassurance that everything will be OK. No. What we want is to be witnessed as we are. The pain. The longing. The confusion. The uncertainty. The anxiety. The shame. As David Whyte beautifully…