๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€

A client once shared a haunting fantasy with me. She imagined her husband dyingโ€”an event she dreaded in real life, yet found herself strangely drawn to in her mind. She would spend hours crying over this imagined loss, embarrassed by the intensity of her own feelings. In the fantasy, she saw herself surrounded by family and friends who were offering her sympathy and worrying about her future. And though she loved her husband deeply, she couldnโ€™t stop indulging in this vision.

One day, I asked her: โ€œ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ?โ€

She hesitated, then admitted, โ€œ๐—œ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ. ๐—œ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ.โ€

I reflected: “Of course. I am guessing youโ€™ve been taught that suffering is the only way to receive love. But what if love and attention were available to you in other ways? What if you didnโ€™t have to be in crisis to be seen?”

That moment cracked something open. For the first time, she saw the hidden logic behind her sufferingโ€”not as weakness, but as ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ป๐—ผ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€.

Beneath this realization lay an unexplored catacomb of similar masochistic fantasies and self-defeating behaviors, each stemming from a lifetime of psychological submission to authoritarian parents. Her dependency had shaped an unconscious template: ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€.

Her fantasy was not about wishing her husband harmโ€”it was about longing for a way to be seen, valued, and important. Victimhood was the only form of power she had ever known. In a life where other possibilities felt blocked, where autonomy and self-expression had been systematically discouraged, suffering had become her only route to significance.

Rather than confronting her victimhood head-on, we started experimenting with agencyโ€”tiny, concrete shifts that disrupted the old script. She practiced making small choices without seeking approval, asserting preferences without justification, and noticing moments when she wanted to collapse into helplessness but instead imagined herself standing firm.

The real shift happened when she stopped asking, “What will make me deserving of attention?” and started asking, “What do I want?”

As she began to recognize her own capacity to think, choose, and desire beyond what was imposed on her, the fantasy lost its grip. Not overnight, but steadily, as she expanded beyond the only power she had ever known.

๐—›๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด? ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜?

-Written By Anisha Pandya