In 1982, I was 17, and suffered with anxiety, now looking back it was some sought of other problem, but anyway, I went to a psychologist in Randwick, Sydney, my mother went with me, the guy was an American that moved to Australia. I had about 6, one hour sessions with him where he did this things like 'now I'm counting from 100...99...you are breathing deeper...96...and then when I was deeply relaxed he gave me 'suggestions' like everytime you walk under a doorway, you will get more postive. I am by nature, a pessimistic-depressive and have inherit my father's alcoholic problem.
