Six weeks into my companion’s residential treatment experience I was adequately schooled in their magical powers to summon curses upon their foes, their capacity to astral project across time and space, take advice from spirit guides (including the advice to continue seeing me despite a strong personal dislike for “The Goat”, aka Dr. Fowler). Schooling is what my companion did-they were here (according to the spirit guides) to teach me. I accepted my role as best I could and allowed my companion to lead the way. During week 7 or 8 (I cannot say for sure), my companion spoke of a terrible trauma-the Illuminati had stolen their soul and their energies, leaving them weak, vulnerable, and lost. Since the theft, they felt different, alien to their past self, and could not string together days of feeling like themselves. Our collective consciousness is directed to the most salient aspects of suffering in humans-a broken arm evokes immediate empathy and visceral sympathetic response. This holds true for psychosis as well—positive symptoms such as hallucinations, delusions, referential thinking, thought broadcasting, and other Schneiderian first rank symptoms (Schneider, 1959) are the mind’s equivalent of a broken arm. And while difficult for the non-psychotic mind to grasp, they are “visible” and can evoke empathy and curiosity in the compassionate and caring. But what of the invisible breaks of a fragmenting sense of self as psychosis sets in? Where, when, and how we bear witness to the broken sense of self? How do we help our companion grieve what is lost and help them discover something new? We have more questions than answers, and yet we are not helpless. We are with hope, skill, compassion, and resources to aid in the metamorphosis. Leaning on literature, film, and clinical encounters, we will identify the signs of a fragmenting self, creatively engage our companion in restoring a sense of self, and recognize the healthy metamorphosis that is central to social recovery. My companion and I have developed a language for the experiences of a fragmented sense of self and have worked together on recovery bits of their energy, strength, and confidence. Of equal or greater importance, my companion has bonded with others, rediscovered lost skills, interests, and passions that come from being immersed in a community of others suffering in their own ways. This is far from a complete story, and yet it provides a reminder to us all that the path to a metamorphosis of self does not have to follow that of Gregor Samsa in Kafka’s Metamorphosis.