They have no words for motivation. They have no words for empowerment. They have no words for enable.
They have the ash of their large, communal fireplaces.
The troubled undresses and lies in the ashes. The rest of the community watches over her bringing food and taking away waste.
The fireplace that was once surrounded by music playing and story telling is now silent holding the breath and heart beat of one weary of living.
After as long as it takes, the sick person rises from the ashes and washes herself in the river.
Her community meets her at the river with new clothes for her.
And, music and tales come back to the fire.