I have spent my entire adult life trying to be of service. I have worked as a Second Grade Teacher, a Suicide Prevention operator, an EMT, a Nurse and an Infectious Disease Epidemiologist/Infection Preventionist for the state of Nevada. In 2012 I earned a Masters Degree in Public Health Epidemiology and Biostatistics from the National Association of Public Health Schools acredited University of Las Vegas, Nevada (UNLV).

In 2014 my brother in law, father in law and father all died within 4 months of each other. This was a very difficult time for my family, and myself.

To make it worse, I had just gotten my “Dream Job” with the Department of Epidemiology with the Southern Nevada Health District (SNHD). I had worked there as a paid intern for two years, and after a year of working with the State of Nevada, I finally got in with the SNHD.

I had gotten through 6 years of college while raising 3 kids, and finally was seeing all of my hard work pay off. I was on top of the world! I was doing it!

Then my dad killed himself.

At first, I was just numb and confused. I remember being called by a police officer, and thinking it was a prank. I called my dad, but he didn’t pick up. I then called my sister who confirmed it was real.

I had been working at my dream job for 1 month, at that point.

Very soon, I started feeling a lack of concentration. I couldn’t read anything on my computer screen. I had no idea what was happening, and started to really worry. Emotions escalated, and my work suffered, tremendously. I felt like I was letting everyone down at work … all of these people that believed in me, passed up other qualified candidates to take me, and here I was barely able to turn on a computer.

My supervisor said, “I don’t care if your father died, you have to do better or you’re going to get fired.” A very insensitive statement, and it crushed me, but it was true. Eventually I had to just quit. It was horrible. I wrote an almost entirely incomprehensible letter explaining what I was experiencing, and pretty much came off as a mad man, which, at that point was not inaccurate.

Very soon thereafter, I began having sleeping problems. For months I only slept for 1 or 2 hours a night. My anxiety grew, and intrusive thoughts about suicide haunted me (“What if I get to that point? Is this genetic?”). I spiraled.

Nothing worked. I was on copious amounts of antianxiety meds, and sleeping meds … nothing helped. I still couldn’t sleep. All I could do was lay in bed and listen to meditation YouTube videos for 10 hours a day until my wife got home from work.

Eventually, I started taking a Antidepressant. In about 3 months (9 months of not sleeping) I started feeling better. I got a position as a second grade teacher through the Nevada Teacher Corps, and a year later, I felt almost normal.

Two years of Hell.

Fast forward to 2024. I started having numbness in my legs and groin and rightfully freaked out. I started not sleeping again. The anxiety grew. I knew these symptoms and immediately started on an Antidepressant. Sleeping pills helped, a bit, but I still couldn’t sleep more than 3 hours a night.

Months and months ground by, and I was still not feeling better. I worried I wouldn’t ever feel better.

Then I threw a Hail Mary: I made an appointment with a Hypnotist.

Within 2 sessions, I was sleeping 7 hours a night, and had cut my sleeping meds down to 1/4 of a 5mg. Ambien.

Within 5 sessions I was off of the sleeping pills altogether, and cutting down my Antidepressant. And go figure, the majority of what I worked on was about my dad (which had gone entirely unacknowledged by my Psychiatrist and Primary care provider).

That was when I decided to take a class on hypnotism. I had previously been a Psychiatric Nurse, and always wanted to help people feel relief from Psychological problems. Unfortunately, Psychiatric Nursing was giving out pills and forcing sedatives on patients when they started bothering people. Psychiatric nursing was about keeping people quiet. There was no help to offer.

Now I saw a way to actually help people. I know Hypnotism works, because it saved me; and I wanted to help people the way I was helped.

I’ve been hypnotized now by at least 5 practitioners (as we Hypnotherapists work on each other first), and each time I discover new problems I didn’t realized even existed. I continue to feel better each and every day.

I can finally say, “I feel good!” Looking back, I couldn’t have said that at any point in the last 10 years.

Nine and a half of those years were working within the American Medical Association’s framework. I have only felt a robust relief since I started hypnosis.

I want to help you. Even if it’s just to talk with you and tell you there is hope.

Don’t waste years of your life, like I have. Go talk with a hypnotist. Me, someone else … what matters is that you get attention that will help, immediately.

I am here to tell you there is Hope.

You can find relief through hypnosis. I’m not saying you only need hypnosis — do everything you can. However, most people ignore hypnosis altogether, and that’s a shame.

Add hypnosis. It will help you.

If you never see me, but you still work with a hypnotist, then I feel like I have succeeded. If you do this, please write me an email! I will rejoice with you!

No matter what, I wish you peace and joy. You deserve it!

~Jonathan Hyatt