From the author: “I understand,” Andrey (name changed) said quietly but clearly, “all my problems from childhood... I remember being a two or three year old child standing in a playpen and his mother and father screaming in the same room. I met him several years ago when his mother approached me with a request for help for her son. However, everything is in order. We will talk about a person who until recently used drugs. At the time of our meeting, the experience was very solid - 8 years. Recently, the “famous” smoking spices, with their unimaginable number of modifications and additives. According to statistics, approximately every two weeks, more and more new “brands” of finished products are brought from China to Kazakhstan, designed for a huge consumer network. Only 37 items are included in the register of products prohibited for import. By changing the molecular structure of the original synthetic product, we obtain a completely new drug with unexplored qualities. The consequence is the lives of young people who need one single dose to become addicted. So what is next? Mental disorders of varying degrees, etiologies, disability or death. Is there a way out? By default, the output is where the input is located. So? But in life everything can turn out to be much more complicated... This is how it was in our history. “I understand,” Andrey (name changed) said quietly but clearly, “all my problems from childhood... I remember being a two or three year old child, standing in playpen and mother and father screaming in the same room. Their faces are distorted, they are angry and throw curses and insults at each other... Suddenly one of them falls silent, looks in my direction and realizes that in front of him is his own child, terribly frightened, with huge eyes filled with tears and silent reproach...” “What happened next,” I ask? He is silent, he doesn’t want to speak after what he saw in the image. We have time to comprehend the events that happened to him almost forty years ago. Andrey once again confirms his guess, based on his own conscious request to therapy. “Could I live a different life if my parents were in peace and harmony? - he asked". Later there were new insights and discoveries regarding attitudes towards life, work, and a second marriage, which, unfortunately, broke up. His wife, having learned about his “hobbies,” packed her things and went to her mother. On that day, the relationship was extremely tense, the father saw the child only in the presence of the grandparents. Acquaintance, rather, this term more than any other refers to the format of our relationship, the so-called therapy, since other tested contact techniques did not have much of an effect. For Andrey, I am a brother, Volokha, depending on the context of our meetings and the tasks that we bring to discussion. I understand that I am acting in the role of a “Good Parent”, compensating for the lack of empathy and love that our hero did not receive from his own parents. The series of subsequent events, even for me, “a seasoned person,” plunged me into a slight shock. Who has ever seen firsthand the withdrawal symptoms of a drug addict? This opportunity presented itself to me, but it was absolutely incomprehensible what to do in this situation. A telephone call came with another request for a meeting, but with the condition that I would come to his home. He referred to poor health and mood. In addition, the opportunity arose to talk face to face, since his mother went to visit relatives in another city. I agreed with this proposal because I sensed anxiety in his voice and my refusal could set back the results of our joint efforts. My premonitions turned out to be correct. Having arrived at his home, I was “stuck” there for more than two days. By the time I arrived, Andrei had taken the dose; apparently he could not contain the emotional stress in which he found himself as a result of problems at work. His sparkling eyes and uncoordinated actions revealed in him the state of a man who had taken a drug. But to what extent this dose caused my “delay”, I had no idea... I’m already abovesaid that simple changes in the molecule of the original product lead to the creation of a completely new synthetic drug. The area in which my client lives is a private sector, with many old streets and alleys, “famous” for its crime situation. Here you can buy any product, depending on the desire and request of the buyer. Apparently, this accessibility factor to some extent influenced Andrey’s choice. All innovations, as he admitted to me later, were available to him at a reasonable price. His work and income were temporary, but brought in enough money to satisfy not only the need for food, but also for “spectacles.” An alternative reality created with the wave of a “magic wand” could realize the wildest dreams of the “Inner Child,” who at one time could not influence the situation in the relationship between parents. Now such an opportunity not only existed, but also became accessible and feasible. Through simple manipulations with the preparation of a “cocktail” that would lift him to nirvana, Andrei prepared the next dose, took it and... this time, having taken some new mixture, he almost lost his life. It’s hard to talk about it when you see the withdrawal symptoms of a drug addict are in the news, but it is much more difficult to be at this moment next to someone who is in a state of drug intoxication. No, probably not. A drunk person behaves “predictably,” that is, we, to some degree of certainty, can predict the actions of a drunk person. Here it was the other way around. The “action” took place in a small corridor between the kitchen and the living room. Half-bent knees, arms spread to the sides, trying to hug or hold something, glass eyes “looking” through the wall... But his actions also implied movements that in that reality were quite predictable and standard. “Seeing” a passage into a certain space, he tried to “pass” through the wall. There were several attempts, as a result of which Andrei, without seeing or hearing me or my words, repeatedly hit the wall with force. He had so much strength that I would need the help of at least two more men to stop him. In what state can a person appear after such attempts? The spectacle is unforgettable, as if from a sci-fi horror film. But, apparently, while in such a trance, a person changes his internal reality so much that the damage to the physical body is ultimately minimal. What this paradox is connected with, one can only guess. So, events took such a turn that I had no choice but to wait and try to “reach out” to Andrei’s consciousness... That night he was again on the brink. He had such a seizure, the seizure was so strong that I had to make a lot of effort to straighten his leg, which, after falling out of bed, ended up twisted around the corner of the sofa. Having fallen, he found himself in a narrow passage between the sofa, table and cabinet, his head to the wall. When I realized that my physical strength was not enough to “remove” him from there, I made efforts to turn my head to the side. And just in time. Andrey began to vomit. If I had not been nearby at that moment, he would have choked on his own vomit. After a few minutes he completely passed out. I barely managed to drag him onto the bed. The thought of an ambulance had to be driven away, because in such a state the doctors call the police to the person. This would end not only the therapy, but also his freedom. Perhaps not only for drug use, but also for drug possession. After all, as I already said, the epic lasted longer than I could have imagined. Either the effect of the drug taken was so long-lasting, or he quietly added to his “sensations” from me. Unable to follow on his heels, while at the same time “talking” to him about trust, through my actions I showed him my own empathy. The first night smoothly turned into the next, where I was already latently expecting anything. There were several falls out of bed, but there were no such severe withdrawal symptoms as the day before. His condition is not