Sometimes real life is amazing. You cannot help but wonder if what you are seeing is real. Let me illustrate.

I know a 36-year-old woman who lives in a mobile home near a park where my wife met her.

She is tattooed, has jet-black hair, ruby red lipstick and dresses as a conservative Goth. A more determined person I have yet to meet.

She left home at the age of 12, having endured her father’s sexual abuse for more than five years. Eventually she gained a job and did well. She also became addicted to heroin. Later she decided she wanted to be better.

She joined a methadone program because she wanted to be clean and sober.

At the park mentioned above, she met another person who saw the same determination as I had, and is now paying for this lady to attend an outpatient rehab.

She realized that holding onto the past was not moving her forward. She did not know how to break the cycle, and asked me for help.

Free to be Yourself

Although she knew my services would help her, she said she could not pay. I said that it was okay, the therapy was more important than the money. I offered her as many sessions as she needed.

At our first session in her van, her dog was in attendance. A pit bull who was a neutered male, he adopted her as his owner after she had nursed him from serious wounds he had suffered before they met.

She wanted to talk about her abuse. I told her I was not psychiatrist but a hypnotherapist. I told her that I wanted to know less of where she has been and what has happened to her and more of what she wanted to do and to be.

We focused on the future, where she wanted to be.

Afterward, she said she felt much better. At our second session, she was amazed at how she had not been dwelling on the misfortunes that had befallen her, but rather working constructively to move forward.

Her second issue was a tough one for her. Without her methadone she suffers, as all heroin and methadone users know, with nasty side effects. She needed tools to deal with this because sometimes she had trouble getting her prescription refilled.

A Smile at the End

We concentrated on that area for the session, and again she felt much better.

Days later, while arranging her third session, my wife came home from the park with news of our Goth lady. She found out her father had died two weeks before. Her stepmother was trying to prevent her and her brother from receiving a small inheritance.

She found a lawyer to check on the will. Yes, her father was dead. Yes, there was an inheritance for her and her brother, to be split 50-50.

After all that she had gone through, her father left her, and her brother, a seven-figure inheritance.

Her money issues were solved. Her life would change forever.

What will she do with what she has inherited? Will she want to continue on her newfound path of self-discovery? Or will she revert to what she once was?

I am so hopeful for her. She has a great heart, humility, and she cares for all abused creatures. She wants to help them, and, I think she will.

A clinical hypnotherapist, handwriting analyst and expert master hypnotist, Nicholas Pollak may be contacted at nickpollak@hypnotherapy4you.net