You Aren't Alone!
“Go back to a happy memory. It should be before the age of 6.”
Drop the Mask
see yourself clearly
That was the most frightening challenge I was given, when I was trained as a hypnotist.
“I don’t think I can do this…” I timidly said from outside my trainer’s office door on the third floor of the old town renovated bank building. It was lunchtime. Everyone had fluttered off together in a group. I stayed behind, by choice. I was resting, conserving my energy. I’d grown so comfortable in my solitude.
It had been years since I had willingly chosen to be around new humans.
It had been years since I left the comfort of my own home. I hadn’t even visited the large wraparound yard, back garden, or lush orchard outside the windows I loved looking out. Not for a few years before this.
Standing there, I was very unsure if I could actually become a hypnotist. Steadying myself against my memories. It hadn’t been nearly enough time since the doctor kicked me out of her office. It still felt like yesterday when the sheriff sat me down to troubleshoot what should happen next.
What was I thinking?
I could barely clear my throat as my trainer ushered me into her sanctuary.
“I don’t think I have any happy memories to regress to.” The frog who lived in my soul croaked as my voice was swallowed into the despair I was afraid to truly feel.
Her calm smile invited me to sit, before her hand gesture even began. She breathed deeply and, “you are not alone” echoed through my timeline.
The memory of the monarch butterfly transformed everything, as it was always intended to.
#TransformationHappens
…even mine…
