Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved to read. The glorious escape of it. Escaping from a somewhat lonely childhood into the world of imagination, where anything is possible and everything can and does happen.
Finding answers to those questions that we don’t even know we’re asking, between the pages of a book, can be a dangerous pastime however.
If you’ve ever felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when confronted with an uncomfortable truth about yourself, then you’ll be able to relate to the way I felt, when, half way through my training as a Cognitive Hypnotherapist, I was confronted with the enlightening yet disturbing possibility that several suicide attempts throughout my teenage years may have been partly the result of a long-forgotten illustration in a book of fairy tales by Hans Christian Anderson.
I shuddered at the thought that I may have ended my life because of a beautiful but sad drawing of a little girl holding her hand skyward towards an angelic looking older lady in a flowing white gown, who reached down to the child with a look of pure tenderness and love.
That, I believe, is the power of metaphor. I also believe we can use metaphor to change our life story. This site is all about how.