I have felt an affinity for Carl Rogers since I first learned about his work and recently decided to study him in more depth. My understanding of empathy, previously a rather static concept–either you have it, or you don't–shifted after reflecting more deeply on Rogers' work and the idea of empathy itself.
One question keeps returning to me. If we are here to listen and observe, what difference does our presence actually make?

We all experience trauma, it is part of human existence. Nobody goes through this life unscathed. In a work that revolves around asking questions, one question comes to mind often, why do some of us perpetuate trauma while others dedicate themselves to healing and breaking cycles?