Just when I thought the water was all gone, a flash flood. I was contacted by a potential client who wanted to see me today. I saw said client and we’ve an appointment for Saturday. I hope it goes through.
Nice to start the week with unexpected cash.
I doubted myself; couldn’t talk myself up. I’ve been hypnotizing people since I was 12 and I doubt that still. Of course, that’s just a cover for the real thing; I can’t really help anyone. I don’t know what I’m doing therapeutically. All the negatives kept running through my head. Enough to make your heart weigh against your lung. But session went fine.
I can’t just follow a script and I need the confidence to truly trust myself to create it as I do fiction. I did it before, but the longer I go without a client the more “proof” it is that I’m incompetent as a hypnotherapist, not as someone who isn’t doing a good job getting clients although I’ve done everything I can think of.
This box is safe, but it reflects old, bad, dangerous beliefs. I see them in every roll of Mother’s eyes, slight changes in the tone of her voice, her breaths. I hear it in my head, nonstop.
But I know as I get my sleep patterns back to normal, it will be easier to combat these thoughts as I have done before and won.