I use hypnosis and rapid transformational therapy with my clients every day to help them overcome their perceived limitations so they can stop feeling STUCK. I personally use regression with self-hypnosis to better understand my emotions, behaviors and motivations so that I too can overcome emotional triggers and self-destructive habits. (Get the tools, instructions and FREE recordings here)

    There are times however when I’m not aware of what I need the hypnosis for, so weeks and even months go by without doing a session for myself. After one such recent gap, I decided to do a self-guided regression session (I made a recording for myself).

I didn’t know what I wanted to work on, but I did it anyways, knowing there is always something to uncover in the subconscious. I put on my headphones, pressed play and allowed myself to sink into a deep relaxation. Although i wasn’t all that surprised by the memories revealed during the regression, I discovered a new interpretation of seemingly ordinary events from a child’s perspective.

    I first remembered a scene when I was about two years old, sitting in a walker toy, staring at myself in the mirror. I heard my parents in the other room arguing about money for what felt like hours, while I was all alone in the other room stuck in the corner unable to turn myself around. It was a rather ordinary memory and I don’t recall feeling overly stressed or worried but I was very bored and felt like there was nothing I could do about it.

    Second scene I was 5 or 6 standing on a picnic table trying to get my moms attention, asking to go for a walk to get an ice cream and take me to the water park but she was tired, caring for my brother and stressed about my dad not helping her. I distinctly remember pouting and being very dramatic, hoping I could get someone to pay attention to me.

    The final scene I was swimming at a busy public pool. I was surrounded by people but I felt very alone. I held my breath underwater for what felt like 5 minutes, face down floating in the pool, and although I wasn’t struggling, nobody came to check on me. I felt like nobody cared if I was alive. Nobody cared about my needs because I wasn’t important. I remember calmly raising my head above the water after what felt like an eternity, looking out at all the people sitting on the grass. I was numb.

    Looking over the three scenes I found a common thread that revealed a limiting belief that I didn’t matter and I wasn’t important. And even though I felt happy, i couldn’t make my parents happy, only money could make them happy. I didn’t matter, and money was more important than me. What I wanted didn