At the start of our one-hour session, hypnotherapist Georgia Foster sits near my feet, talking to me in the kind of voice everyone would assume a hypnotist to use - calm but firm.
I am lying on the floor in one of our meeting rooms, after being given the choice between the carpet and the table. Apparently, you need to be horizontal to be hypnotized and preferably rugged up, as your body tends to drop a few degrees in temperature once it's all happening.
After a few minutes, she tells me she's going to stop speaking to me and start speaking to my inner critic. This is when things get... interesting.
Georgia moves closer to my head and begins to speak. As soon as she does, I lose feeling in my legs - as she told me I would. They become so heavy I wonder for a moment if I could move them if I wanted.
As she starts to speak to my inner critic, I picture what I must look like right now, as my eyeballs roll from side-to-side behind my extremely heavy eyelids. As she continues to tell my inner critic that it isn't welcome in my mind anymore, I remember stories I wrote in high school and favourite passages from books I read years ago, while visualizing a dark shadow in my mind shrinking and shrinking.
It sounds intense. And it was.