Clara had always felt like she was walking in circles. Relationships that began with promise ended in silence. Jobs that sparked excitement fizzled into discontent. She often joked that her life was a loop, but deep down, it wasn't funny"”it was exhausting.

One rainy Saturday, she stepped into a quiet room in Derby for a Family Constellation workshop. Rafe welcomed her with a gentle nod, and the circle of strangers felt oddly familiar. Clara had come with no expectations, only a question: Why do I keep repeating the same patterns?

As the session unfolded, Clara chose representatives to stand in for her family members. She watched, heart pounding, as the constellation took shape. Her representative stood distant from the others, eyes searching, while another representing her maternal grandmother stood with her back turned, arms crossed.

Rafe asked, "Is there something that wasn't spoken in your family?"

Clara hesitated, then whispered, "My grandmother lost a child. No one ever talked about it."

The room shifted. The representative for the lost child stepped forward, and suddenly, Clara felt a wave of emotion rise from somewhere deep. Rafe placed a small cloth on the floor to represent the forgotten child, and the grandmother"™s representative turned, tears in her eyes.

In that moment, Clara saw it clearly: the pattern of silence, of unresolved grief, had echoed through generations. Her own disconnection mirrored her grandmother's pain, unacknowledged and unhealed.

As the constellation moved toward resolution, Clara felt something loosen inside her. The representatives embraced, and Clara wept not just for herself, but for the child who had never been named, and the grandmother who had carried the weight alone.

She left the workshop lighter, as if a thread had been untangled. The loop was no longer a trap"it was a story, and now, it had been heard.