Testimony from November 22, 2011

mardi 22 novembre 2011

I was aware for years that I was not well.
Professional difficulties and relationship issues with my son prompted me to undertake a therapeutic approach.
For a year, I practiced hypnotherapy.
From the start, after a few sessions, I experienced a very intense anxiety attack. However, I continued the sessions until another attack occurred a year later.
The night that followed, I woke up in excruciating, indescribable pain, both physical and emotional. 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 everything within reach.
My husband then woke up, called my general practitioner, and I was hospitalized in a psychiatric clinic for two months. After a 12-day sleep cure, I was taking medications and had daily sessions 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 the clinic. One month later, I resumed my work, albeit poorly.
The following months were very difficult because, while the crisis state had passed, the unease was still there.
This experience at least taught me to decipher the symptoms in my behavior that invited me to react.

Five years later, I felt sufficiently "reconstructed" and yet aware of the persistent unease to undertake a generational psychotherapy.
For a year, I saw a therapist who helped me, among other things, by proposing practical exercises that translated into actions.
For example: choosing 5 people with whom I had or did not have good relationships, going to see them with a small gift, expressing my gratitude for what they had brought to me (including if we had had a disagreement), or building a small altar with figurines representing my parents, grandparents, and going to look at it several times a day, or writing to my father everything I had not been able to say before his death and telling 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 my life has become a reality and not just an intellectual theory.

Generative psychotherapy and dentosophy have clearly shown me that we are actors in our lives, our health on all levels.
All these approaches were undertaken with the idea of feeling better, 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.