Hypnotherapy: Session 1

October 14, 1991
Patient A.
Transcript.

The mind’s eye sees and remembers. A sudden rush, and then the sweet scent of summer catches in her hair, follows in her wake like wind caught sails racing towards safe harbor. She was harbor, ship, and sea; we felt safe with her, even as we weathered through the storms.

I see her eyes, an endless descent into the Abyss, always staring back—even when we averted our gaze. She watched over us from the periphery of our vision like a shadow that vanishes the moment you try to capture its presence.

Maybe we weren’t so safe? Screaming, hands reaching, grabbing, hurting, choking. Please, let her go! She didn’t know! Delilah collapses. She never got back up again. Devin disappeared. Then there was me. Why was I spared?

End of Session 1.

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