Client Case

Video: Client Case

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Video: Zeiss Client Case Full version EN 2024, May
Client Case
Client Case
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When I think to tell how I helped a person who asked me for help, I feel like a traitor. I certainly understand the benefits of such stories. People with similar problems will believe that there is a way out of their vicious circle. I understand everything, but …

Even if permission is received from the grateful owner of the story. And the drama itself is written and happily completed. Even when enough time has passed, I still cannot calmly talk.

Tell how he met a wonderful girl who suffered from panic attacks for six months. But to a greater extent, she suffered from a childhood spent with an alcoholic and sadistic mother.

How to calmly tell? About her feelings for her child, about problems with her job and her boss, about quarrels with her husband and his parents. How?

She trusted me. After all, she is still living her life. Although not the same as before.

We had known her for two and a half months, and before my eyes and ears flew her whole life, in places terrible and hopeless.

Our meetings constantly revealed new psycho-archaeological layers of her soul. From the beginning, the relationship with my mother and grandmother, then problems with the child. In the following sessions, work and a formidable boss surfaced, a simultaneous desire and fear of being fired. Gradually, problems with father and brother appeared, inability to defend their boundaries.

A month later, they started talking about problems with her husband and tensions with his parents. Dealing with anxiety often leads to dealing with relationships.

The time of our communication has scattered a tangle of childhood grievances, far-fetched guilt and real mental pain. All relatives received what they deserved, were removed from the soul, discussed and accepted again.

I spoke with her for a long time and that time she already forgot about her panic, her heart stopped stopping and her head was spinning. Changed my damn job. The boss no longer bothers her with his shouts and threats.

On the day of our farewell conversation, a list of requirements for her husband flaunted on her refrigerator. He agreed to change! Together they moved to the city center and began to live in their own family, separate from their father-in-law and mother-in-law. She absolutely loved her daughter, loved her husband. I bought New Year's gifts and began to love myself.

I was struck by the strength and persistence of this young woman. Her life that autumn seemed hopelessly black, like the outside windows of November and December. And she coped with that fall.

The story is almost fantastic, because it was conceived as a divorce, but looked like the end of the world.

I don’t know how she lives now? What kind of air does it breathe? Does she love herself and her world?

I can only hope that she has learned to trust herself, trust her body and become aware of her "want", "can" and "must".

Thank you for entrusting a part of yourself to me.

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