The wax melter on the desk in the corner of Wanda’s office made the room smell like warm vanilla, creating a sense of calm. The curtains let in just enough light to illuminate the room without being too bright, the afternoon sun shining through.

Wanda fluffed the pillows on the sofa her patients often used, though she had other options. Some chose to sit on the floor, some on the chair. There was even a small sensory corner for her younger patients, or for whoever needed it. She wanted everyone to be comfortable, to create a safe environment for them.

Just as she finished her pillow fluffing, there was a knock on the door, her next patient arriving for the scheduled appointment.

“Come in.” Wanda called out in a soft tone, her tone encouraging and friendly.