Had Enough of Stammering?

I was asked to help an eleven year old boy with his speech. He had been stuttering since he was little and there was no obvious reason for it. He’d been brought up in a loving home and was a happy, outgoing boy with a great family and friends.


His parents had been taking him to speech therapy for years and it hadn’t made any difference. Speech therapists do a wonderful job, but it hadn’t helped this particular boy. He could do all of the exercises when he was in the room but couldn’t put them in to practice when he left.


He came to see me and we spent the first session getting to know each other. When he felt at ease, I told him that he would be stutter free within six sessions if he was totally committed to it. He was about to start secondary school in a few months and didn’t want to be a target for bullies.


Consciously, he didn’t know why he did it. By using hypnosis, we discovered that his speech impediment wasn’t the result of shock or trauma but a decision he had made at four years old.


He came from a family of fast talkers that loved to tell stories. He couldn’t get a word in edgeways and he wanted to share his opinions. In fact, he was desperate to be heard. He found that when he stuttered, everyone would stop and wait for him. They thought they were helping but it only strengthened his belief. His stutter got worse. He had found a brilliant strategy for making people listen to him.


I told him that because he had created the problem, only he could change it. When he accepted that, he made a lot of progress. I took him back in to the past and showed him how to reverse his decision to stutter. I helped to reconcile the part of his mind that stuttered and the part that wanted it to stop. I got him to imagine himself a year from now, making a speech to the whole school.


Sometimes we make a decision without even realising we’ve done it. That decision turns in to a belief and before you know it, it’s running your life. As time goes by, we forget why we started doing it and forget how to delete it. All compulsive behaviour fits this model. Most problems begin as a solution to something else.


He mostly stopped stuttering a couple of days before his birthday. It took him another month to be totally free. I always ask for clients to update me with their progress.


His mother was delighted. I was too. It’s much easier for a therapist to help someone who really wants to change and this boy did. The best hypnotic subjects are humble, imaginative and have no problem following instructions. Kids are good at hypnosis, they haven’t yet learned to stop using their imaginations.

My Aim Is True


I thought I’d never see him live and I’d never hear my favourite song because he didn’t play live very often and anyway, he never played the old stuff. I’d come to Elvis late but he was, and still is, my favourite. I was desperate to see him live and would have given a kidney to meet him.


So, in 1998, my friend Dave and I got tickets for the Costello and Bacharach show at the Royal Festival Hall. I was working at Ticketmaster so as soon as they went on sale, I bagged a couple.


The night came. We had a few pints and then settled down about ten rows back on the aisle.


They played some songs together from their duet album, then Burt did some of his oldies. He sang ‘Alfie’ at the piano. It was brilliant, I was having a wonderful time. I desperately needed the toilet though. It was painful by ‘Toledo’ and unbearable by ‘God Give me Strength’.


Dave wouldn’t let me go, he made up some excuse and so I squirmed and grimaced and suffered. Then, to my astonishment, Elvis came on for a solo slot. He played ‘Alison’ and I almost cried with joy. Dave had got the set list from the internet (Ask Jeeves, probably) and he didn’t want me to miss out.


At the end of the show they both came downstage for a bow and I was feeling a bit twitchy. Should I or shouldn’t I? Anyway, I did. I ran down to the front, expecting to be kettled by security but there was none. I was three feet from my hero.


I held out my hand and said something fawning and embarrassing. Elvis Costello shook my hand and smiled. Perhaps he even said, ‘thank you’. I turned away in a bit of a trance. I was in awe. Starting to go back to my seat, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was Burt Bacharach, one of the finest songwriters of all time, holding out his hand to me. I was halfway back up the stairs.


Nonchalantly, I turned back and shook it. I said ‘oh yeah, er…thanks very much’. I’d forgotten he was there. I’d treated the man who wrote ‘Walk on By’ and ‘The Look of Love’ like someone who had held the cubicle door open for me in the gents.


I’m glad I shook Burt’s hand (I call his Burt now that we are mates). I’m the sort of person that hates to miss out on anything. You never know when someone will help you out, fall in love with you or offer you a job and if you’re looking the other way you’ll miss it.


Here is the learning I took from that evening. Be alive to the opportunities and new experiences that come your way. Keep on your toes, be present. If you aren’t paying attention, life will pass you by. But mainly, don’t drink three pints of strong lager before going to see a show, it’s quite distracting.

Alternative realities

The afterlife has been on my mind lately. Trying to come to terms with what happens to us when we leave this world is one of the biggest questions we will ever face.

I was reading the newspaper and having a cup of tea the other day when there was a knock on the door, the kind of knock reserved for debt collectors and Jehovah’s Witnesses. It was the latter, a couple of very pleasant septuagenarians trying to get me to sign on the dotted line. Saving my soul from eternal damnation is a very admirable thing to do and I told them so. I’m not one of those people who slams the door in their face. It doesn’t cost anything to be nice and anyway, if there is a supreme being keeping score, I don’t want to lose points for being horrible to pensioners.

I’ve been watching ‘The Good Place’ on Netflix, a comedy about people trying to accrue enough good points to live forever in paradise. If they fail, they face an eternity of being tortured for their bad choices.

It got me thinking about what hell would be like for me. There would be lots of DIY and picking up dog turds with rubber gloves. I would have to live on a diet of tomato soup and read books by Jeffrey Archer. I would spend my days drinking Vanilla Coke and watching Adam Sandler films. All accompanied by blaring mid-nineties techno.

If Jean Paul Sartre was right and hell really is other people, waiting to greet me down there will be a particularly vindictive girlfriend I had when I was sixteen and Piers Morgan. Jim Davidson would be my best mate and I’d be married to Ann Widdecombe.

 If I were Dante, I’d have reserved a special level of Hell for the people who, whenever anyone mentions going to a pantomime, immediately replies with ‘oh no you didn’t’. Also, people who say ‘Breg-sit’ and fuss at supermarket checkouts. Which is most people, I know.

Perhaps there are an infinite number of alternate realities, all overlapping with this one. Perhaps the universe is a series of Russian dolls, each one containing the paths we did not take. I’d like to think that there is an alternate reality in which Alan Sugar had never been born.

When I look back on my life, there have been lots of bad decisions. I’m not one of those people who say they have no regrets, I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I do know, however, that there is still plenty of time left to get some points on the board and send me to the good place. Failure is a good teacher. That’s the wonderful thing about humans, we can learn from things that go wrong.

 I don’t know much about karma but I do know that I don’t mind making mistakes, as long as they are not the same ones I’ve made before.

Phobia, Fear and Procrastination- Public Enemy Number One (by John Cooper)

On 25th January 1947, after a very successful career in murder, extortion and running hooch across the Canadian border, Al Capone drew his last breath. He wasn’t shot or stabbed. He died because he had a phobia of needles. The most notorious gangster of all time wasn’t afraid of the FBI but he’d cry like a baby when faced with a tetanus jab. He caught syphilis and died aged 33 after the condition had got to his brain. Not a very nice way to go, apparently.


If you don’t face the things that scare you, it can have a big impact on your life. Whether it’s physical or mental, putting off getting help can make things worse.


The Duke of Cambridge said recently that he has struggled with his mental health, saying that he suffered a traumatic incident that he didn’t think he would ever get over. If he hadn’t opened up to friends about the situation he would have ‘gone down a slippery slope’. He didn’t reveal the details, but we know it happened when he was part of an air ambulance crew and he said it was ‘related very closely to my children’.


It’s good to hear him talk about his struggles so openly. In our culture it used to be seen as a sign of weakness to discuss mental health issues. The people that went through the horrors of the world wars and never talked about it must have suffered so much. There wasn’t much help out there in those days.


Thankfully, that’s changing, it’s just a pity that the NHS don’t have the resources to help everyone that needs it. If you tell your doctor that your life is in danger, they will push you to the front of the queue. Anything less and you’ll have to wait it out. They’re skint, I’m not blaming them.


Schools usually have a counsellor that young people can turn to when they need to talk. A friendly ear can put things into perspective and sometimes it’s therapeutic just to know someone is listening. It’s a pity more workplaces don’t have a dedicated therapist.


I am often someone’s last resort to help with their problem. They’ve tried all sorts of things and nothings worked. Why wouldn’t you try all the free stuff before you have to fork out for hypnotherapy?


Some other therapies have you coming back every fortnight for five years. I’d like you to walk out of my office after five sessions, feeling fantastic. It’s worth doing your research and deciding which therapy best suits your problem. Why not do it now?


We all put things off. I am writing this article the night before it goes to print. There’s a weekend of washing up that I’ve been eyeing suspiciously all day. I know that I’ll have to tackle it eventually, just like Al Capone knew that sometime soon he should probably pop down to the walk-in centre for a little injection.


 From my column in the Peterborough Telegraph, April 2019

Are You Good Enough? (by John Cooper)

I recently went back home, where my parents still live, for a visit. It’s an old mining town with one cash point, a boarded up high street and a Wetherspoons. I left there twenty-five years ago to make my fortune with a knotted hanky on a stick and a mangey cat. I miss my family and the fish and chips more than I do the casual violence and miserable weather.

 I was walking up the road and someone called out my name. It was a lad I’d gone to school with and not seen since. He’d have nicked your dinner money so much as look at you back then. Troubled soul. I wasn’t sure if he’d give me a mouthful of abuse or a bunch of fives but instead, he shook my hand and greeted me like an old comrade. He said how he regretted being badly behaved at school and how he’d worked in a factory since then, making components for washing machines. He’d recently lost his parents but had a wife he loved, a child he adored and a new goal in life- that his son would grow up well educated, hard-working and ambitious. All of the things he wasn’t back then. He had taken him out of our old school and to a better one, seven miles away. He drops him off and picks him up most days and takes him swimming on a Saturday. He reads to him at night. He said that he’d had some therapy a few years ago and realised that his problems at school had been because he had low self-confidence.

Sadness and anger will catch up with you eventually. When he stopped covering it up, he had a bit of a breakdown and came through it a kinder, happier soul.

I was proud of him. He had been through hard times and was better because of it. He got help and that takes courage. Since then I have looked at people my age and thought, ‘Well done for surviving’. I suppose we see ourselves reflected back at us.

I’ve started to cry at films and tv shows, out of the blue. Not out of sadness, either. It’s a bit baffling to be honest but I’m running with it. It’s like I’m letting go of something.

I spend my working days with people who are struggling with something that is causing pain and they can’t make it go away themselves. I listen and help to find a bit of magic for them to let go. Often, I find that the root of their problem lies in their relationship with themselves.

A wise friend once told me that every sad person suffered from the same thing- a voice inside their head that says, ‘I’m not good enough’. One of the things I love about hypnosis is that it teaches you to talk to yourself with kindness. To teach the voices in your head to sing.


Growing up lonely (by John Cooper)

I recently went to a 14th birthday party as a responsible adult. I mainly hid upstairs and tried to watch a film over the colossal shrieking. Downstairs we had set up a karaoke room, a piano room and a dance floor so they could sing, play and throw some shapes.

When I went downstairs to check on the sausage rolls most of the kids were stood around taking pictures of each other. It seems that this is what a teenage girl’s party is these days- an online pouting contest. Life has become all about the Instagram likes. How do you keep up with the ‘popular girls’?

Oh, maybe it’s just me. I’m in my mid-forties, Iam not supposed to understand their culture or like their music. So, I shrugged my shoulders and went around with a bin bag, collecting discarded fruit shoots. The feedback on the party was that it was a big success, so everyone was happy. If they want to obsess over themselves, I can’t stop them. At least they are in the same room as each other.

At the expense of the real world, so many young people put their efforts in to making friends online. These are people that they will never actually meet- your best mate is in Finland, your girlfriend is in Wisconsin, that kind of thing. I know that some friendships forged online can be satisfying and meaningful but it’s true that these are friends you’ll never hug or share a bag of pork scratchings with.

I’ve heard it said that there is a loneliness epidemic. I understand how it happens to pensioners, but it’s also a problem with teenagers. I worked with a young woman who told me that she’d run away from home but she couldn’t bear not to have internet access. She had no real friends and her parents didn’t understand her so she took refuge online. Teenage angst at 50mbps.

Orson Wells said in an interview once, that in his youth, the biggest stars in the world were opera singers. In his later life it was movie stars. Perhaps then it became musicians and then sports stars. Heaven help us, but could it now be YouTubers? Glorified television presenters. Like an endless episode of the one show with high pitch shrieking about what make up to wear.

What do I know? Just that I see more and more teenagers in my therapy practice for confidence and anxiety issues. Most of them are lonely, most spend all of their free time online. To think that our parents complained about us hanging about on street corners or mooching around arcades. Pretty soon I’ll be actively encouraging my two to hang around in the doorway of Gala Bingo with a can of Red Stripe and twenty Regal King size. At least it’ll get them out of the house.

From my Peterborough Evening Telegraph column March 2019



Novelty Presents and Resolutions (my January column from the Peterborough Telegraph)

In the whirlwind of secret santas, novelty socks and painfully long visits from the in-laws, it can sometimes feel like the Christmas season stretches on without end. Then all of a sudden January is here and we are facing a brand-new year. A good time to start afresh and take another look at what we want from life.

Whether it’s giving something up, like alcohol or cigarettes; or starting something new, like going to the gym – change can be daunting.

Motivation can fade. Bad habits can creep back in. We discover that changes we thought we’d made for good were only on the surface and, before too long, our hopes for renewal are like last year’s toys, abandoned and face down in the shed.

That’s why I stopped making resolutions twenty years ago. But then something changed. I got a wake-up call.

After years of being perfectly healthy, I found myself in and out of hospital having surgery for a blood clot on my brain. It was a shocking and scary time. I was single, I was hard up – and I was in real need of a change.

That time of illness did me a good turn though, as my long recovery gave me the headspace to reassess my life and ask myself some uncomfortable questions. Am I really happy with my job? Is my lifestyle as healthy as it could be? Am I carrying emotional baggage from my past that is holding me back? What do I really want?

To get some answers, I went to see a hypnotherapist. It took some time to find someone I felt I could trust (I found the cheapest were cheap for a reason) but it changed my life forever – and inspired me to retrain as a hypnotherapist myself.

Writing this now, six years later, I find myself healthy and in a happy relationship. I opened a very successful hypnotherapy practice in London and have recently moved to Peterborough. Not only do I feel great, I have helped hundreds of people to change their lives for the better.

When I was taken ill, the future felt unassailable. Life was like a bunch of bills and credit card statements, shoved in a drawer, unopened. I couldn’t face it. It took that dose of fear to wake me up.

Now I keep a notebook of all the things that I want to achieve. So this month I have a handful of new resolutions. If you want to make a change, what are you waiting for? Don’t suffer another moment. If not now, when?

You don’t need to face things alone. I see so many people who suffer from anxiety and fear who walk away changed forever.

Hypnotherapy works on our deep, unconscious patterns. It is a brilliant way to make new beliefs and delete old, unwanted behaviours. It isn't mystical and you'll remember everything. You won't run around like a chicken or bark like a dog. Unless you'd really like to, that is. 

Happy New Year. And happy resolutions.

John Cooper (Peterborough Telegraph, January 2019)

Baby Give it Up

To quit or not to quit? That is the question.

A good friend of mine has just left social media. Goodbye Instagram, Facebook and Twitter. Soon the chattering voices will quieten down and there’ll be no more pictures of food, cats or inspirational quotes about following your dreams.

Stopping is the new starting, I reckon. 

Years ago, people would host parties with cheap Spanish plonk and show cine film from their fortnight in Torremolinos. Yesterday, someone I know tried to show me a hundred pictures of her holiday on her phone. The tragedy is that I’d already seen them on Facebook, but still had to go through them all again making interested noises.

 Owning smart phones mean that we are plugged in 24/7 - we can’t escape the notifications, even when we are on the toilet. We are addicted to tittle tattle and its stressing us out, me included.

Taking a break can save our sanity. We all need time and space to reconnect with ourselves and slow down. Money aside, most of my friends say that the biggest thing they need is time to themselves.

Self-hypnosis is good for this. It takes twenty minutes and you can do it from your armchair. I teach my clients how to do it. It’s great for managing anxiety and re-connecting with yourself. You’re worth twenty minutes of peace, aren’t you?

Instead of taking a break from something, you might want to go cold turkey. What do you have in your life, that if you quit today, would make your life better? The big three are- smoking (expensive and deadly), alcohol (same but with guilt) and a bad diet (the whole lot). There are dozens more, we are all different. Most of my clients come to see me to quit something.

When we stick with bad habits we lie to ourselves. Smoking doesn’t calm you down, it raises your blood pressure. It squeezes your heart and lungs, takes the moisture out of your skin and makes you look older. Some people however, want to spend their money more wisely.

I once asked a woman to put the money she’d have spent on tobacco in a jam jar. At the end of the year she got in touch to say that she’d booked a holiday for her and her son with the money she’d saved. She’d imagined that in our first session and now it had happened.

How do you give things up? You focus on how great you will feel in the future when you’ve done it. You design the life you want to have when you’ve accomplished your goal. Make that goal really special and you’ll drive yourself forward.

It feels good to give things up. It’s easier than you think too. You just have to imagine what you’ll get out of it and it really works.

Stopping is the opposite of starting. When you stop doing something, if you know what I mean, you don’t have to actually do anything at all. Easy eh?

John Cooper (Peterborough Telegraph September 2018)

Copy of Enjoy Yourself, It's Later Than You Think

Stress, anxiety and worry are caused by too much future and not enough presence. Being present is a wonderful thing. Treat yourself!

My Nanny had modest tastes. Her only indulgence were mint imperials. No ‘la dolce vita’ in her house unless you count episodes of ‘Last of the Summer Wine’ in front of the three-bar electric fire.

She wasn’t extravagant but she knew what made her happy- she took enormous pleasure in slipping me a fiver when my mam wasn’t looking. She loved days out and bath salts.

If you haven’t lived through two world wars and done your washing in a tub in the yard, it’s hard to know how tough things were for people of that generation. I’ve never had a bath in front of the fire or worked a ten-hour shift down a coal mine. In fact, I still complain about the paper round I did when I was thirteen.

Even when the goings hard, you can take time to smell life’s roses.

My Aunty Agnes had plastic covers on her sofa to protect it from wear and tear. She probably lived her whole life without her bum making contact with the furniture. She had a room she never went in and china she kept for best.

When she died they found a cupboard full of unused Christmas presents; pairs of slippers, scarves and gloves, still in their wrappers. The slippers she died in were worn out, it was only the holes that were keeping them together. She was keeping everything for best.

What is best? If today isn’t good enough, when is?

If you have things squirrelled away for a special occasion--a bottle of vintage wine, a fancy tablecloth or silver-plated cutlery- use them tonight, even if you’re just sat at home watching Take Me Out and eating alphabetti spaghetti.

 You are alive right now! Keeping things for a rainy day is disrespectful to the present moment, as if you’re telling yourself that your best times are always ahead of you. Tomorrow doesn’t exist if you’re always waiting for something better.

Use the good china, wear your best hat and open that bottle of champagne you’ve been saving. Because it’s always and only ever now, now is the time to take pleasure in the little things. Put on your new slippers and think about what makes you happy. You don’t have to blow your life savings on a yacht to enjoy life’s moments.

I took my family to the fair last month and although I’m too scared to go on the rides that whoosh you upside down and hurl you a hundred feet in to the air, I did nail a very tricky hall of mirrors and hooked a couple of fierce looking ducks. There was a moment, when we were all in hysterics at something, that I realised I was truly happy in this moment. I remembered Kurt Vonnegut’s advice. I thought, ‘If this isn’t wonderful, I don’t know what is’.

Rainy Days and Mondays...(from 2018, first seen in the Peterborough Telegraph)

After a bad day it can be hard to get to sleep. Replaying stressful conversations over and over in your mind can leave you feeling worse than when they actually happened. The more you focus on things, the stronger they get.

Understanding that we aren’t our thoughts but the being that thinks them, gives us options. It’s very difficult to change our core identity but much easier to change our beliefs and behaviours. With a little practise, you can choose your thoughts.

When you find a way to turn that self-talk into a positive message, you can start to talk to yourself with kindness and understanding. Once you’ve stopped criticising, you can encourage. At first it might be hard to say nice things to yourself but with a little help, your confidence will grow. Hypnotherapy does just this; it pulls up the weeds and puts in a rose bed. It teaches you to use your imagination for your own good.

 I find gratitude helps me to be a nicer person so every night I spend a minute thinking of the things that I am grateful for. It’s okay to start with the basics- health, food and the roof over your head. As it becomes easier you can search for qualities like tolerance, forgiveness and kindness. You’ll find them, perhaps they’re just hidden from view. Be grateful for the learning that each day brings.

You can keep a gratitude journal, writing down five things a day that you enjoyed or are glad for. Use your imagination and write down some things that you’d like to have happen. Complete it every night before you go to bed.

 Here is something very powerful and it only takes a minute. Before you go to bed, find a nice quiet spot and make yourself comfortable. Starting with breakfast, use your imagination to review the day and change every scene that didn’t go well for you. Make a movie that you’re happy with. Was someone unkind and you reacted badly? In this new movie you kept your cool and stayed in control. Now you were patient with the kids instead of snappy. 

It won’t change the past but it will change how you deal with the future. Learn to rehearse good feelings instead of going over old ground.

Here’s another thing. Give yourself credit for the progress you have made. Are you still the person you were twenty years ago? How are you stronger, wiser, better off? If it’s not obvious, do your research, write it all down. You’ll find plenty of things. I’d enjoy hearing from you about your journey. What did you do to change the direction you were heading? Did you change the way you spoke to yourself?


Therapy for those inner voices..

We all have inner voices that fight for our attention. It’s not easy to know which one to listen to, particularly when their messages are all contradictory and confusing. One voice, however, tells the truth. Among all your inner voices, your true inner voice is the one which encourages you, gives you hope, and wants you to trust and be kind to yourself. Inner conflict is caused by our inner voices telling us what to do, all singing from different hymn sheets. We get mixed messages from the various aspects of ourselves. Some voices are quiet and some loud, some are reassuring and some nagging and hurtful. Accepting that you have choices, you can hone in on the good ones, the voice of understanding, support, and positivity – this can help resolve internal conflict.  

If you're unsure about which way to go or what to do next, you will benefit from finding and listening to your true inner voice. You can connect with it by remaining relaxed and alert, while listening carefully. Meditation and self hypnosis can still your conscious mind so you can listen without prejudice. You may hear many voices as you meditate and the one you should pay attention to is the one that speaks to you with love, understanding, and compassion. No more competing or in house fighting and it will never push guilt, annoyance or criticism on you. It has your interests at heart.


A good hypnotherapist can help you to quieten the destructive voices and bolster the good ones.

The more you listen to and believe in what your true inner voice is telling you about your value and your potential, the stronger that voice will become. The voices you ignore will fade in to the background and disappear. Like a theatre play, whatever you rehearse gets better. By finding and rehearsing your true inner voice, you can focus on the things that make you feel good and say good bye to the devils on your shoulder.


Vaping? Come back to cigarettes mate...

I heard something on the radio this morning that raised an eyebrow. Possibly two, there was no mirror to hand.  

The NHS are considering making vaping available on prescription. Well, I meet a lot of smokers seeking hypnosis to quit smoking. They’ve nearly all tried patches and vaping.  

People are happy with vaping for a while but they nearly always go back to cigarettes. They haven’t addressed the psychological causes of smoking and the secondary gain.  

Vape away, friends. I doubt it will work though.  

Raining in my heart (well, in my garden)

In every life some rain must fall and tonight it did. No matter how great the sunshine is (and it really is), I was glad of the downpour. It's like we needed a bit of rain to spruce the place up a bit.

Rain and sun need each other. I've been to Abu Dhabi so I know. Anyway, hang on...

I've been trying to make a rain metaphor work for half an hour now and I haven't got very far. Basically, if we say (for the purposes of this post) that rain is bad and sunshine is good (I'm struggling here) then we have to accept that the rain also brings some good things with it. Like re-growth and drinking water and flowers and all that.

So we accept the rain and all that it brings. Just like we accept the roadworks on Bourges Boulevard. A pain in the backside for four months but think how brilliant it will be when we get the new traffic lights! Oh, hang on...So if sunshine is a functional contra flow traffic system and rain is Peterborough City Council....I can't do this.

I've really failed here. There's sun forecast for next week. I'll work on my metaphors until then. In the meantime, get the washing in off the line, it's chucking it down.

Was your week full of Anxiety, Driving Nerves and Low Confidence?

This week I've helped people with anxiety problems, low self confidence and driving nerves. I've helped someone come to understand and release negative emotions inherited from their parents and a man with obsessive compulsions.

No day is the same in my job and I like that. It keeps me learning. Everyone is different and needs a program designed just for them. It reminds me to keep working on myself so today I will make a new outcome frame. What's that? It's a plan for what I want to have happen over the next three months, combining a few NLP techniques to make sure that it's locked in to my unconscious mind.

Then I'm off to a wedding tomorrow. I hope the sun comes out for us all this weekend. 

Beating Anxiety with Respect

Thank heaven for music. It’s a great mood changer. I’ve just put on an album I love, quite loud, while doing the house work. I even did a silly dance and sang along  

Then someone called and after a few minutes they said how upbeat and happy I sounded. I wasn’t sad when I woke up but maybe a little...low key. Amazing what a song and dance can do for your mood.   

Some people go for a run, some people do some yoga. If that’s not for you may I suggest a little song and dance to some eighties synth pop. Better for you and cheaper than a new outfit or mood enhancer. 

This isn’t a cure for depression but it might just shake you up for a bit. Over and out.  

Fear of flying? Fear of anything? Have you considered hypnosis?

Fear of flying is a very common phobia, with an estimated one in 10 people experiencing flight anxiety. Fear of heights and dogs is quite common too, but so are fears of buttons, balloons and frogs. I've treated people with fear of a hundred different things.

Phobias are irrational and very difficult to treat with conventional methods. Hypnosis works because it works on an unconscious level, removing the negative emotion from the cause and then scrambling the patterns of fear that you have created.

If fear is spoiling the quality of your life, there is help out there.