Rebirthing through Psychodrama

Abstract

I felt like an unwanted puppy cowering in a morning-damp gutter awaiting the next kick. And the next. I was trembling all over. Most of the others in our psychodrama class had already come back to the big rug and were eager to share what they had experienced in the crib scene. I only wanted to forget. To sit in the sun and somehow get warm again. To forget. Oh, what a fool I had been.