The story of Sarah – a middle age lady

Sarah stood at the kitchen counter, sipping her lukewarm coffee as she reviewed her schedule for the day. Each task felt like a weight pressing down on her shoulders, threatening to crush her beneath the weight of her obligations. Her chest tightened with each passing moment, and a sense of suffocating overwhelm washed over her, drowning out any semblance of clarity or peace.


Her husband, Charlie, entered the kitchen, his brow furrowed with concern. "Sarah, do you have to work these long hours?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry. "I barely see you anymore."

Sarah forced a weak smile, attempting to mask the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. "I know, Charlie, but we need the extra income," she replied, her voice betraying her exhaustion. "I'm just trying to keep everything afloat."

Charlie's expression softened, his eyes reflecting the depth of his concern. "But what about you, Sarah? Your health is important too," he said gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "You can't keep sacrificing yourself like this."

Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes as she leaned into her husband's embrace, the dam of emotions threatening to burst forth. "I don't know what to do, Charlie," she confessed, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I feel like I'm drowning, and I can't seem to find a way out."

As the day wore on, Sarah found herself sinking deeper into the dilemma of her despair. Each task on her to-do list seemed insurmountable, an endless maze of obstacles blocking her path to freedom. She longed for a reprieve — a moment of respite from the relentless onslaught of responsibilities that threatened to consume her whole. It felt like she could not cope any longer.

The following day, Sarah made an appointment with a hypnotherapist, desperate for a lifeline amidst the chaos of her mind. As she sat in the cosy office, pouring out her heart to the therapist, she felt a sense of release wash over her, like a weight being lifted from her weary soul.

"I've been drowning in my despair, suffocating beneath the weight of my expectations," she confessed, her voice raw with emotion. "But maybe there's a way out. Maybe I can learn to breathe again."

The hypnotherapist listened attentively, her words a soothing balm for Sarah's wounded spirit. "Imagine yourself as a bird, Sarah," she said softly, her voice like a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. "Feel the strength of your wings as they stretch wide, catching the warm currents of the wind. With each beat, feel yourself rising higher and higher, ascending above the storm clouds that once threatened to engulf you."

Sarah closed her eyes and let herself be swept away by the hypnotic rhythm of the therapist's words. In her mind's eye, she could see herself soaring gracefully through the boundless sky, leaving behind the weight of her worries and fears far below. She felt the cool rush of wind against her feathers, a sensation of freedom enveloping her being.

"As you fly, Sarah, allow yourself to embrace the freedom that comes with letting go," the hypnotherapist continued her voice a gentle melody that echoed in Sarah's soul. "Release the chains of self-doubt and insecurity that have held you captive for so long. You are not defined by your limitations, but by the boundless potential that lies within you."

With each passing moment, Sarah felt the burdens of her past slipping away, replaced by a newfound sense of lightness and liberation. She revelled in the sensation of weightlessness, feeling as though she could conquer any obstacle that dared to cross her path. The storm clouds that once loomed overhead seemed to dissipate, their ominous shadows giving way to the warm glow of the sun.

"And remember Sarah," the hypnotherapist whispered, her words a final affirmation of Sarah's newfound strength, "even when the winds of life grow turbulent, you possess the power to navigate through the storm with grace and resilience. Trust in yourself, and let your spirit soar."

As Sarah opened her eyes, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, filling the empty spaces that had long been plagued by doubt and uncertainty. At that moment, she knew that she had been given the tools to transcend her limitations and embrace the limitless possibilities that lay ahead. With a renewed sense of purpose, she spread her wings and took flight, ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold.

That evening, as Sarah sat at the dinner table with her family, she felt strong enough to broach the subject of delegating household responsibilities to their teenage children, Emma and Jake. "I know you both have busy schedules with school and extracurricular activities," she began, her voice trembling with apprehension, "but I could use some help around the house. Do you think you could pitch in a bit more?"

Emma and Jake exchanged a glance before nodding in agreement. "Of course, Mom," Emma said with a reassuring smile. "We're a team, remember? We'll figure this out together."

Sarah felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life within her chest as she realised that she didn't have to bear the burden alone. With her family's support, she could weather the storm and emerge stronger on the other side.

That following night, after dinner, she found herself sitting across from Charlie at the kitchen table, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.

"Charlie, I need to talk to you," Sarah began, her voice steady and resolute. "I've been drowning in my despair, but I've realised something — I don't have to do it alone. With your support and the help of others, I can learn to fly again."

Charlie reached out to grasp her hand, his eyes filled with pride and admiration. "Sarah, you've always been the strongest person I know," he said earnestly. "And I'll be here every step of the way, cheering you on as you spread your wings and soar."

Tears of gratitude welled up in Sarah's eyes as she leaned into her husband's embrace, her heart overflowing with love and hope. In that moment, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always find solace in the unwavering support of those who loved her most. And with their help, she would rise above the storm and reclaim her rightful place among the stars.

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Bromsgrove, Worcestershire, B61 8UA
Written by Karen Baughan
Bromsgrove, Worcestershire, B61 8UA

My journey reflects resilience and self-belief. Despite setbacks, I pursued my dreams, quieting inner doubts. Introduced to NLP, I found tools to challenge negative beliefs. Training in NLP showcased my commitment to growth. Expanding into hypnotherapy, I empower others. Today, I inspire as a successful coach and therapist

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