In the evening at 6 p.m., I had a counseling with a professional homeopath.
I chose this homeopath because I have seen her lecture three to four times so far. I like her way of talk. She speaks thing clearly without hesitation.
The counselling started on schedule and continued for 1.5 hour. The time went by quickly. At one point I shed lots of tears. When I was talking about the experience of being picked, the old memory came back to me. I was sad not because of being picked. I was sad because my mom was not there for me. Every day when I came back from school, my mom was not at home. She went to my classmate’s home. The classmate was not my friend. She was abandoned by her parents and living with her grandparents. My mom felt sorry for the girl and went to her house every day. I didn’t understand the reason why my mom took good care of the girl. She was not her daughter. I was. Whenever I needed my mom to comfort and encourage me, my mom was not there for me. I was sad and mad at my mom.
At the ending of the counselling, the homeopathy didn’t give me a prescription of homeopathy remedies. We both knew they are not allowed to send any liquid from Japan to America so the homeopathy store cannot send me any liquid types of remedies. I expected and asked the homeopathy to advise me about any sugar ball types of remedies. I asked her for the advice but she decided not to issue a prescription.
I was disappointed with her decision. Even though the counselling itself was great, I felt like this counselling was not ended properly.
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