“Can you tell me about the nightmare?”
Bobby whispered, “Dad’s head is bouncing around the car, and I have Mom’s blood all over my hands while I’m trying to stop the bleeding. I wake up screaming because I can’t help them.”
“You still blame yourself in your subconscious mind. Every time you come, I’m going to tell you why it wasn’t your fault, and you’re going to listen to me until you believe it.”
Bobby was intelligent. He knew what was wrong. “I’m afraid to be alone. I’ve afraid that Keith will leave me when he realizes what a coward I am. I don’t trust him or myself.”
“I could sit here all day and attempt to convince you that you’re not a coward because you have nightmares. But that’s not going to convince you to let go of your fears and begin to deal with the guilt you feel because
