#hypnotherapy

Tears spilled from my eyes, but not in a way that I had ever experienced before, or since. The memory has stuck with me for about three years now, and it seems like every few days I find myself wondering, Was I really hypnotized?It all started on Groupon, as many modern-day adventures do. Actually,

Not long after I started my first post-college job, I found myself sitting reclined in a dark room while a woman — a hypnotherapist — breezily instructed me to imagine ice cream melting and congealing into a “disgusting ball of fat” and then to imagine the fat adhering to and melting into my body.I