Tag Archives: Hypnotherapy
I’VE SLOWLY WEPT
I described my symptoms to Connie. There was the tingling and numbness – I could manage with that. There was the stiffness, especially in the morning. That was very upsetting, because I couldn’t use my hands. But worst of all were the spasms. The pain was unbelievable, and it was always the same. It would awaken me in the early morning hours – just as I finally fell into a deep sleep. My fingers were hot, throbbing, and intensely aching. I would have to jump out of bed and dance around in the bathroom to search for any position that would alleviate the pain. Continue reading →
HEART-TORN LYRIC AND A STRUM
I was under hypnosis. I was asked if there was a color to describe the sensation of longing, which I formerly termed an “ache.” I said, “I do not see colors – this longing is felt as a squeezing sensation; between my heart and my stomach. It forces me to play or hear music for relief. Instead of imagining a color, I’d rather hear music – especially soothing is my theme song, Farewell.” Continue reading →
THE TIMES IT TORE MY PRIDE
The title for this post comes from lyrics to my song, “Through My Music.” It absolutely refers to my feelings about “putting myself out there” and feeling squashed. The full lyric line is: Through my music I forget the times it tore my pride, but somehow I’m still playing
for comfort while alone. I might have had doubts about whether my songs that are left are “good enough” to record and share, but I don’t anymore. I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. My life feels like a musical. When I’ve gone to a musical, not every song is a hit. Therefore, even my songs that are unconventional can still be recorded if that’s what I want to do. Continue reading →
I’M NOT A POSTER CHILD ANYMORE
I don’t have to be a poster child anymore for bereaved parents! I don’t have to always be smiling, and I don’t have to prove to anyone that I’ve moved on. I can still cry and feel pain for not having my beautiful child to hold. I can still cry because I cannot see him grow up and have the life I thought he was entitled to. I may continue to cry for him when I am very old. Continue reading →







