Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 636: 582: Still Water

Chapter 636: Chapter 582: Still Water

And since it is the visitor’s [Safe Island], she naturally can have a certain degree of initiative.

Nan Zhubin continued, “Now, I want to invite you to set up your own ‘switch’ for this safe place, maybe a specific gesture, like gently pinching your fingers… When you do this action, you can imdiately feel this safety and tranquility.”

Link the feeling of [Safe Island] with a simple physical action to create a physiological anchor that can quickly activate the sense of security during and even after hypnosis.

This also serves as a buffer.

If, as in the previous Dream Interpretation session, they encounter a mory that can trigger strong emotions, the visitor can first return to the [Safe Island] in the subconscious, rather than exiting the hypnotic state directly.

This gives Nan Zhubin, the consultant, a chance to take a mid-session break, regroup, and explore further.

The visitor closed their eyes, breathing long, but the thumb and forefinger of the right hand began to move involuntarily.

Gently pinched together.

“…Okay.” said the visitor.

Nan Zhubin nodded, “Very good. Now, with this sense of safety, we are about to embark on a journey of exploration. Rember, you are just an observer, reviewing so past images and feelings. They have already passed, and you are very safe now.”

Nan Zhubin said, “And I will always be here.”

His voice was warm, like a small, warm creek erging in the visitor’s imagined park.

However, this might be the last tenderness in this hypnosis session.

Next, the visitor will face her own trials or rather, growth.

…

The winter air was chilly, and the curtains in the consulting room were all drawn.

The visitor’s subconscious might still be in her warm [Safe Island], but the real atmosphere had long turned cold.

Nan Zhubin observed the visitor’s reaction, “Now, I hope you allow a feeling to erge.”

“In your daily work, you are often troubled by things that bother you.”

“And these troubles bring you pain.”

“Even though you know your ways of handling things might cause that pain, even though you know you could choose other ways to avoid such pain, you still haven’t changed your behavior.”

It was a long string of words.

When Nan Zhubin began saying “daily work,” the visitor’s expression was still relatively relaxed.

But with each added description, especially with each reemphasis on the word “pain,” each ti it was said, the visitor’s brow furrowed a little more.

In just a few sentences, she seed to be back in that feeling of pain.

“How do you feel now that I’ve finished saying this?” Nan Zhubin suddenly asked.

“I… feel terrible…” The visitor’s brow furrowed even more.

Without her saying it, her inner thoughts were completely revealed on her face.

Nan Zhubin continued, “You have fully felt the feelings about the past, and for the reason causing these feelings, your subconscious has long been fully aware.”

“You have the answer; it’s always been there.”

Nan Zhubin slowly laid the groundwork, repeatedly suggesting and reinforcing.

“Now imagine your brain is like a search engine. When you input a question into it and press enter, the answer imdiately appears.”

The visitor’s closed eyes suddenly twitched as if sothing appeared within her vision.

“I need you to input the ‘discomfort’ and ‘pain’ I just described. Then—press enter.”

Click.

It was as if a clear chanical sound really echoed in the air.

“Tell , why do you feel that pain? What is the answer you see?”

Nan Zhubin fixed his gaze on the visitor’s eyes and mouth.

“…I…”

Under Nan Zhubin’s gaze, the visitor slowly opened her mouth, “…I don’t want to trouble others…”

The visitor’s statent was smooth, even more so than Nan Zhubin, who needed to deliberately slow his voice at this mont.

But her way of speaking was peculiar, squeezing her throat, with a bit of a sobbing tone, creating a comical, hoarse, childlike sound.

“…I don’t want others to help … I feel I don’t deserve others to help …”

“…The uncomfortable feelings are my own doing…”

No [defense], no concealnt.

What previously required Nan Zhubin to carefully guide out in consultations was now straightforwardly presented by the visitor.

If it were a few consultations ago, Nan Zhubin might have found it hard to conceal his delight. But today, it’s just the beginning.

Nan Zhubin said, “Good, it’s just an answer. That feeling of ‘unworthiness,’ we won’t analyze it, just allow it to exist in your body.”

His voice was like a big hand, “Feel where in your body is this feeling most pronounced?”

“What is its texture? Is it heavy? Or sharp? Cold? Or burning?”

Grrr—

The visitor’s throat suddenly made a strange sound.

“…It’s everywhere…”

“…Neck, chest, back…”

“Stomach, hips, legs…”

“It envelops …”

“Very heavy, very cold…”

Such description reminded Nan Zhubin of sothing familiar.

At the sa ti, the visitor seed truly pressed from all sides, gasping for breath.

She slightly opened her mouth, breathing heavily.

She quickly gave a more straightforward description, “Like falling into water.”

Nan Zhubin did not let the visitor return to the [Safe Island] just yet, watching her breathing rate increase.

After the speed stabilized at a frequency, Nan Zhubin said, “Okay, feel that being in the water feeling, be with the water. Now, I want to invite your subconscious, to take you back to an earlier ti.”

“Back to the first ti you had the feeling of being subrged in water, feeling heavy and cold.”

“No need to think, let your intuition take you back to a place, a scene.”

Saying this, Nan Zhubin raised his hand again.

“Now, I will snap my fingers three tis. After the last snap—”

Nan Zhubin’s middle finger pressed against his thumb, starting to apply slight force.

“You will imdiately—”

Snap.

A crisp snap.

“You will soon—”

Snap.

The second ti.

“—find yourself in that scene.”

Snap.

The third snap finished.