Grief is one of the worst experiences a person can go through. I have seen people completely break down and lose their entire essence because of the fateful event of a loved one’s death. And that is where I come in, as a grief counselor, I have seen and treated hundreds of people who have lost someone dear to them. Many of them were living on the edge of collapse, so much so that the idea of ending their own lives had crossed their minds, as if that could somehow ease the sadness they feel. I took on this job because I carry a condition that benefits me in my work: for a long time, I have had the ability to see the ghosts of people’s loved ones. This usually helps me connect more deeply with my clients and feel greater empathy for them. Seeing the ghosts of pets sitting beside their owners breaks my heart, but so as not to burden people further, I have chosen to keep my ability a secret. I have never told anyone anything that would suggest I can see who in their lives has died, and I don’t believe that would bring anyone peace.
But what am I supposed to do now? What am I supposed to think, now that I can see the ghost of my current client, standing a few meters away from me, staring at me with those lifeless eyes, and I can’t even ask my client for an explanation as to why their deceased loved one has the same hands, the same eyes, the same clothes, the same height, and the same features that I see in the mirror every day, and carry with me at all times?