But after hitting rock bottom with my depression, anxiety, insomnia, and obsessive-compulsive disorder after a layoff from my media job, I was willing to try anything.
At that point, life had become an amalgamation of “Groundhog Day” and “Russian Doll.” It was an understatement to say that the cocktail of mental health issues I suffered from was suffocating me. Some days, the extra energy I had made my job as a writer easy — people called it hustle, I called it keeping myself sane. Other days, I could barely get out of my wrinkled T-shirt and queen-size bed. I had to silence my inner skeptic. I was a high-functioning zombie who had hit rock bottom, so what did I have to lose? If hypnosis for anxiety & Insomnia had the power to save me, I’d be a fool not to give it a try.
Just a few weeks later, the already overbooked Joanne made time for me in her schedule. Two trains, a cab and three hours later I sat in a dimly lit corner office of a wellness center on Long Island.
Near the end of our conversation, she asked me to lie back in a red leather recliner and “relax” — a word truly no person with anxiety fully comprehends.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Yes, but I’m worried hypnosis won’t work on me. Or that this is some kind of fake energy thing.”
“I get it,” she said. “But in a few sessions, you’ll believe in it.”
Soon enough, musical chimes rang in my ears as my eyes fluttered shut. For 20 minutes, my mind floated in darkness as Joanne read a nonsensical script full of “suggestions”