My Story
As a 6-year-old, I experienced my first depression. It taught me that I had to be the nice girl who pleased everyone all the time. It continued up through my teenage years. As a 13-year-old I was unfortunate enough to be raped. Now you would think that I got help, but I didn’t, it was a different time then, so it wasn’t reported to the police and there wasn’t the same help as today.
My life continued as usual – but nothing was as it used to be, I became more introverted and sad, had trouble concentrating in school and started smoking weed, which eased the pain a little but never completely
Then came the evening and the man who changed my life and it was definitely not for the better. At that time, I was 17 years old and very naive. I lived alone in my father’s flat, in a small flat on the 5th floor with no neighbors in Copenhagen.
One night he forced his way into the apartment where he held me captive like a butterfly in a spider’s web. After 3 months of daily confinement, beatings and rape, I finally escaped his clutches with the help of my grandmother and mother.
I ended up in hospital with 23 strangulation marks on my neck, point-shaped bleeding in my eyes, blue and yellow marks from blows and cigarette marks in several places on my body, as well as a mark from a wooden shoe heel on my forehead.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get the help I so badly needed here either. (the abuser received 4 months in prison)
Once again, life continued with its ups and downs, and I found myself withdrawing into my own protective bubble. The following year I met my husband, my rock, my support, my great love and the father of my 4 children. He listened and supported me for the next 20 years and still does. Our life continued its usual course of ups and downs and now everything should be good.
It was, except for the recurring nightmares, mood swings, and short temper that eventually intensified when I was bullied at work. I was now working in a day care center and was educating to be a cognitive couples therapist, so all in all my life seemed to be working, at least my life looked good from the outside. From the inside it was a completely different matter, I felt terrible.
The Turning Point
Looking back today, I can see that I spent many years trying to cope with experiences I had never truly processed.
Discovering hypnotherapy became a turning point in my life. It helped me understand myself in a different way and showed me that change is possible, even when we have carried something for many years.
That experience eventually led me to train as a therapist and later create Wellbeing Forever, where I now support others through their own challenges and life experiences.
My experiences do not define who I am, but they have helped shape the person I have become.
They have taught me compassion, resilience, and the importance of feeling seen, heard, and understood
Today, these experiences are part of the reason why I do the work I do and why Wellbeing Forever means so much to me.
My story is not about what happened to me.
It is about finding a way forward.
And helping others discover that they can too.
