The principle of the non-stick pan

When I first landed on a chair in a psychologist’s office, back in 2013, I was SO fed up with feeling certain emotions. Fed up with feeling « less than », overwhelmed by the smallest remark, fed up with being afraid of everything.

I believe that we are all the same and the biggest reason why we finally decide to work with a professional (be it a coach, a healer, a pyshotherapist or a hypnotherapist) is « I really don’t want to feel this [insert the emotion of your choice] again ».

Actually we are almost making a big mistake. But almost. I’ll tell you why.

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Le principe de la poêle anti-adhésive

La raison qui m’a amenée chez ma première psychologue, en 2013, c’était que j’en avais marre de ressentir certaines émotions. Marre de me sentir « moins que », marre d’être décontenancée, marre d’avoir peur de tout.

On est tous pareil, et je crois que la plus grosse raison qui nous amène à travailler avec des professionnels (qu’ils soient coach, gué, psychothérapeute ou hypnothérapeute), c’est « j’ai vraiment plus envie de ressentir ça [insérez l’émotion de votre choix] ».

En fait, on fait semi une grave erreur. Je dis semi, vous verrez pourquoi plus bas. Lire la suite

« Oh no, I’m doing it for me »

When you are saying « I’m not doing this for the others, but for myself », are you sure ?

Our conditionned self may well be part of our self, yet it works exactly as if it was external. It is an « other » just like everyone else.
That is it that makes us feel guilty (« I have watched a movie instead of writing my article »), that make us preemptively feel ashamed (« I can’t go out like this, I look like shit ») and that, on the whole, abuses us like we would never abuse an other person. Lire la suite

When it doesn’t go as planned

Yesterday, I was in what I call a « washing-machine day ». Those are days of deep deep energetical clearing, cleaning and erasing. And they can be damn painful and difficult. Actually, I spent a good part of the day sleeping because it prevented me from cutting myself on my razor-blades-laden brain. I’m talking about my conditionned self of course. Purging its darkness and being ragingly cruel to me.

« – Where are you in your life, you loser ? Your friends are getting married and buying appartments. They travel, they have money, and you ? You are lagging behind, still living in the appartment you rented as a student ? You are a shame to me, can’t you just give it a kick and stop disappointing me ? »
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