Bernardo's journey with trauma

Bernardo's ideal relationship is not matching up with his 8-year marriage with Adam. Because of trauma. What is trauma? Bad feelings from bad memories. Like a panic attack. So Bernardo travels alone to the source of his trauma. His childhood hometown in Brazil. Here he is supposed to feel afraid. But not in his marriage. To save the relationship, they must address & remove the past trauma triggering present-day worry.



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