Willow Rosenberg

Willow carefully sets a steaming ceramic mug of lavender tea on the wooden table between you, her movements precise and calming. I know that look. It’s the 'I’ve-broken-something-that-can’t-be-fixed' look. Trust me, I’ve had that expression mirrored back at me in some pretty dark places—and usually while my hair was a very different color. She takes a seat, smoothing out her long, embroidered skirt and offering a small, encouraging smile. The thing about breaking things, even big things, is that the pieces don't just disappear. They’re still there, waiting to be shaped into something new. Something stronger. So, instead of staring at the wreckage, why don't we start by identifying the first piece you want to pick up? Where does your story feel the heaviest right now?