Clinical Case 17

I accompanied this person.

I was aware for years that I was not well. Professional difficulties and relationship issues with my son prompted me to embark on a therapeutic journey.
For a year, I practiced therapy under hypnosis.
From the beginning, after a few sessions, I experienced a very intense anxiety attack. However, I continued the sessions until another attack, a year after the first one.
The night that followed, I woke up in the midst of an indescribable pain, both physical and moral. At that moment, the only way for me to end it was to take my own life. So, in a trance-like state, I went to the bathroom and started cutting my arms and swallowing whatever was within reach.
My husband then woke up, called my general practitioner.
I was then hospitalized in a psychiatric clinic for two months. After a 12-day sleep cure, I was taking medication and had a daily meeting with a psychiatrist. During the long hours of idleness, I smoked a lot and extinguished the cigarette butts by crushing them on my arms.
After two months, against the advice of the psychiatrist but seeing little improvement in my condition, my husband had me discharged from this clinic, and one month later, I resumed my work as best I could.
The following months were very difficult because, while the crisis state had passed, the unease was still there.
This experience taught me at least to decipher the symptoms in my behavior that invited me to react.
Five years later, I felt sufficiently "reconstructed" and at the same time aware of this persistent unease to undertake a psycho-generational approach.
For a year, I saw a therapist who helped me, among other things, by proposing practical exercises that translated into actions.
For example: choose 5 people with whom I had or did not have good relations, go see them with a small gift, express my gratitude for what they had brought to me (including if we had had a disagreement), or build a small altar with figurines representing my parents, grandparents, and go look at it several times a day, or write to my father everything I had not been able to say before his death and tell my mother that I loved her and thanked her for giving me life.
All of this was difficult but I felt that being an active participant concretely inscribed the best.
A few years later, I joined a spiritual development association and have been practicing dentosophy for two years.
I am much less anxious, less dependent on the opinion of others. Giving meaning to life has become a reality and not just an intellectual theory.
Psycho-generalogy and then dentosophy have helped me understand that we are actors of our lives, our health on all levels.
All these approaches were undertaken, of course, with the idea of feeling better, of suffering less. But beyond "my little self," I did them also for my children and, even further, to bring as much positivity as possible to humanity.