Sitting alone in your dark room a translucent figure appears before you. Shocked but sure you must be dreaming, you take in her magnificent beauty and the many flickering candles on her shoulders. They drip wax onto your floor.
“Hello,” she says.
“My name is Gisselle and I am the Ghost of the Past. I am not here to haunt you and remind you of all the wrongs in the world, your anxiety does enough of that for you.”
You giggle because of course she is right.
“I am here to remind you of what a beautiful life you have had. To tell you to hang on to those moments and promise that new ones are coming. Are you ready?”
Gisselle extends her hand as if to invite you n a journey you’ll not forget.
