A group of Ukrainian war widows embark on a five-day journey of healing through adventure therapy in Slovenia. Led by psychologists and combat veterans, the program aims to help these women confront their grief and trauma.
I follow them down, heart hammering. There’s no choice but to accept that I’m dangling from a rope high above the ground. It’s an exercise in surrender. I realize just how much of the positive-psychology dogma naturally emerges when you’re dangling on a cliff face. The present moment eclipses the ruminating mind. Focus on where your foot lands. Trust it’s going to work out. This moment, like every moment, has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Keep going. And then I notice the lichen on the wall, the warm air on my shoulders, the feel of my legs in the harness.