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The Seven-Year-Old on the Grassy Bank

Steven closes his eyes, eyeballs rolled upward, breathing deeply as Marisa guides him into hypnosis. Within moments, his eyelids lock shut. She counts backward from five to one, instructing his mind to surface the scene behind his sugar obsession. He lands on a memory: age seven, sitting alone on a grassy hill, staring at his lunchbox filled with boring sandwiches. The disappointment floods back, not as a vague recollection, but as a visceral feeling he can taste. Marisa presses him to voice the emotion. "I'm looking at my lunchbox. I'm seven years old and I feel so disappointed," Steven says aloud, his voice quiet. She asks what the little boy could do to fix it. "I could steal some money," he replies, "or swap or steal some other food." The shame and powerlessness crystallize. Buying or getting sugar, he admits, made him feel powerful, an autonomy he never had. As an adult, each chocolate bar became an expression of freedom, proof he could finally have whatever he wanted. But Marisa reframes the story. Chocolate doesn't free him, she explains. It pulls him back to that memory, reminding him of the kid who could never have enough. She guides him to repeat: "That little kid on the grassy bank is not me and will never be me ever again." Steven echoes the words, adding his own: "I can have whatever I want now. And what I really want is to be indifferent to sugar." The trance lasts seven minutes. When he opens his eyes, Steven looks disoriented. "I forgot where I was," he murmurs. Time felt like five minutes, not the stretch it actually was.