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 had the power to save me, I’d be a fool not to give it a try.