CONQUERING MY PHOBIAS
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Allow me to take you through the doors of fear to the doors of freedom.
Immediately when Hyperbolic Oxygen Therapy (HBOT) was
mentioned, the small twinge of panic attack arises, as a sufferer of
claustrophobia, pretending enthusiasm was one of
my many
Oscar performances.
Health goals are challenged, like everyone else, by age. As each birthday repeats, we are at the front of new innovations to repair and keep the illusion of youth and strength. How the human mind can mislead the reality of the life-span process is incredibly self-deceiving.
My theory is while my body ages, I challenge my mind to learn anything from neuro-psychology (which I fulfilled this difficult course a few weeks's ago) to achieving a chef’s faultless poached eggs (took years to perfect) Testing my abilities; ask any chef or neuro-scientist how difficult those two far-fetching tasks were to accomplish. The most demanding is keeping-up with the changes of time. I judge that by my ability to use the phone apps that upgrade their technology every two weeks. If I can match their speed, then all’s well.
Simple, the body ages but the mind should be intellectually sharp, savvy with retort, and hilariously funny. Never go the easy route, always the most difficult and that is why I feel engaged with reality – no pretenses, in writing or anything that is critically judged.
The trick to defusing fear requires 100 percent self-discipline. The hardest to achieve.
When faced with fear, breathing exercises alleviates symptoms of short breaths, that does not bring enough oxygen, so that the flight or fight response becomes rigid, then with less and less oxygen, comes panic attacks, anxiety and eventually losing control.
Face your Fears and embrace your failings
As I stepped into the metallic steel chamber, intently listening to instructions, my breathing was short and shallow. Claustrophobia coming out of its hiding in full force as the chamber reminded me of Titan submersible that imploded touring the Titanic in June 2023, killing all five passengers. How the mind recalls such a frightening thought process as the fear takes a higher gear at each step .
Inside the chamber, on the left was a phone I could use to call if I needed assistance. It was reassuring but it was, also considered by me, a failing, if I had to use it.
The moment the latch automatically closed; oxygen pressurization started. Anxiety leapt from 7/10 instantly became 10/10. The famous iceman,Wim Hoff’s 11 minute breathing exercise came to the rescue. The chamber was filling with oxygen at the same time. My ears started to pop as when in a pressurized aircraft . I was able to look at my disabilities squarely in the eyes and accept them as part of the makeup of me.
The shock of the level of calmness was electrifying because my brain was intellectually sharpened and gave answers to many problems that was hanging. I was amazed by the brainpower imploding, whatever else the oxygen was doing within the body, I wasn't so interested, because the brain was just an exceptional machine that moved at great speed absorbing new ideas as fast as ten minutes in the chamber. It was obvious my whole body was lacking the required amount of oxygen through neurological deficiency, and this was food for the starving brain.
Epiphany after epiphany I was beginning to think, did they inject magic mushrooms to enhance this ride, but of course not. I was just picking up as I left off when my dopamine deficiency was diagnosed. Not to make a discovery that HBOT cures all neurological disorders, it just dramatically helped alleviate the lack of oxygen that should have been there, had my substantia nigra worked as it should have done.
The peace that came with the oxygen was equal to an end of life. The peace achieved is a acceptance of a life-force that is strong and decisive, and there is an end that is equally forceful that should be celebrated. Not to be given prayers to deities, that cannot prove the existence of the almighty to take you to heaven or hell.
Oxygen - the most beautiful essence of life/death taken for granted and should be learned and practiced, however early the end comes, or in any circumstances, peacefully or not.
So I urge my readers to try it with an open mindset.
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However this comes across, it’s the most genuine account of what the amount of oxygen did for my brain. For that I am with gratitude to the people that had the vision and implemented this concept, including the owner, who brought Clinique La Praire to Bangkok, the world's most respected wellness clinic, a science-backed holistic solutions since 1931.
The reason that my blog is never used for monetary requirements, or have advertisements is clear. Neither do I glorify nor criticize others. This is not a review but but an account of real, unadulterated description of where my mind intellectualized with the extended oxygen.
The claustophobic fears that have haunted my whole life has since left me, wirh subsequent HBOT therapies, I have had the priviledge of the calmness of the mind and spirit. Challenging myself on all crowded areas within the city, I attribute the cure of Claustophobia to the worst possible confined space, the HBOT steel chamber, with oxygen being the silver lining.
The value it added to my life if only for a short period, on the flip side, how it showed that my body had disintegrated to a certain level through the failings of certain organs, a normal process of living the life.
But what a life I’ve led.
