Using Essential Oils for Emotional Management

By Rebecca Dyson Tichbon

Rebecca Dyson Tichbon is a qualified Medical Scientist, educator, facilitator and an Aromatherapist. She is also a woman who has survived a great deal of tragedy, trial and loss throughout her life.

In this book she reveals the story of her journey to Aromatherapy and how she recovered her sense of wellbeing through the use of essential oils. Along the way, she shares the techniques she has developed for her own successful therapy and that of her clients, so that you can find hope and relief through your own private battles.

Containing the profiles of 33 essential oils recommended for emotional support, you will learn the art of essential oil blending and the ways to experience the powerful healing of essential oil aromas.

Join Rebecca in the practical use of aromatherapy and relaxation techniques, as a natural and safe way to promote your journey to wellbeing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Titch Haven
• Release date: Dec 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9780648983712

Rebecca Dyson Tichbon

Rebecca Dyson Tichbon resides in the beautiful south west corner of Western Australia along with her family. Beck, as she prefers to be called, is a qualified Medical Scientist, educator and facilitator, and Aromatherapist. She combines her passion for health education, dance and essential oils to help others on their wellbeing journey. When she’s not dancing, writing, leading classes or working on essential oil blends, you’ll find her in the kitchen creating amazing cooking aromas to bring loved ones together.

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Dedication

This book is in memorial of Adelie.

I dedicate my book to all those who have endured the death of their child.

It is a suffering that no one else can ever understand.

I see you.

May your child never be forgotten.

‘Feelings are just visitors.

Let them come and let them go.’

Mooji

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Introduction

They say ‘every cloud has a silver lining’. My cloud was more a ‘cataclysmic cyclone of a storm! Even though my life was turned upside down, back to front and inside out it is true that I was able to find something positive from all that I went through. I learned a lot about myself. I gained an abundance of knowledge about wellness practices that I want to share. My goal is that you find something helpful between these pages. The practical advice contained within has been thoroughly researched and has proven beneficial with my own clients. Now I invite you to implement it for yourself.

As well as wanting to provide useful and practical health information through sharing my story, I also wish to bring hope. I wish, with all my being, that you have not endured such a life-shattering event as I did. If you have, perhaps that is what has drawn you to read this book in which I openly will share with you, so please by prepared for that. I did not write down my story to find pity or sympathy. I wanted to share this book to shine on others the ray of sunshine that can break through those clouds. I wish for others to see parts of themselves in the bad bits and the good bits of my story. I want you to witness someone who has been through a lot and found a recovery, and for that to encourage you to know that you can survive and thrive, too.

Finally, I want you to know that support is out there for you. This is a self-help book on balancing emotions; it is not a medical text for the treatment for clinically diagnosed conditions. If you are experiencing mental health issues as a result of emotionally challenging experiences, I implore you to seek assistance from a medical health professional. The ideas in this book can be implemented alongside other treatments as part of a healthcare plan and are not designed to be used to the exclusion of other therapies or medication. Find the courage to reach out and get the support you need – it may help you put the ideas from this book into practice as well as discover other ways to enhance wellbeing.

A Happy Life

I begin my story at the start…

I had a happy childhood, raised in a semi-rural suburb in the hills of Perth, Western Australia, with loving parents and two siblings that I rarely fought with. It was a pretty simple life. My parents often seemed caught up in their own heads – but many grown-ups have this problem! If anything, being a ‘present’ parent is even harder in current times, with phones providing distractions like social media, constant messages, and work emails expected to be answered at all hours of the day.

I grew up feeling my personal strength and I valued my resilience and self-reliance. I’m still not sure if this was something instilled in me by parental encouragement, my childhood environment or if I was just born with an innately independent nature. Perhaps it is due to a combination of all these reasons!

For the end-of-year kindergarten show, I was offered the leading role of Mother Mary in the nativity. I then asked my teacher, ‘May I please do a ballet dance as well?’ I had also been doing private dance lessons all year. ‘Oh, yes, that would be lovely!’ said my supportive teacher. I set my mother to task sewing the costumes. Each school day, I worked with the teacher’s assistant who would play the piano to help me rehearse as I came up with my own choreography. I was such a precocious brat!

Have you ever been at the park with your child and they wouldn’t leave, so you threatened that you would leave without them if they didn’t come right now? It is a common tactic for parents! Well, when my parents tried that with me at age three or four, I just shrugged and kept swinging. On one occasion they got in the car and actually drove off, thinking I would come running after them - but no, I called their bluff! They drove around the perimeter of the park only to come back to the car park, while I was still happily climbing around the playground on my own, not worried at all about their absence. Dad had to tackle me into the car while taking on the embarrassing glares from the other parents in the park.

I share these little snippets of my early life to give you a picture of my self-confidence and my independent streak. One reason I believe I had this nature was that I perceived my mother to be ‘weak’, and I didn’t want to be the same. I felt like I was her support person from quite a young age. I never wanted to be vulnerable as I had seen her be - watching her in pain and hurt, feeling her tears fall on my head as I comforted her. I vowed never to let my happiness (or woe) depend so much on other people’s actions. For better or for worse, it hardened me up. In the future, it would make having close relationships difficult, as my friends and partners would always come up against the wall around my heart when it came time to share, especially anything around my emotions. Getting close to me was almost impossible, and I realise that some people experienced this as coldness rather than understanding it was my way of trying to protect myself.

In my teenage years, I rebelled. It didn’t help that my parents were distracted by their waning marriage and own problems. I had always been the ‘good girl’ - an A-grade achieving student who worked hard to please others. But since my excellent school grades were seen as ‘normal’, I didn’t always receive the praise I expected and desired from my parents for each amazing mark I achieved. At thirteen, if not twelve, my hormones kicked in and I pushed against that ‘good girl’ image. I wanted fun and mischief, and to see just what I could get away with. I dabbled in drugs and boys and all the stuff that teenage girls can get caught up in.

I wound up pregnant at sixteen.

For many young girls in this predicament, becoming a teenage mother is a disaster, or at the very least, a major bump in the road. But falling pregnant was the making of me. Becoming a single mother was the kick in the pants I needed to move out of my self-indulgent teen-hood. Now I had someone to care for, someone who relied upon me. I was going to do all I could to be a good provider on my own. My extended family and our friends shared the commiseration of my life and what they saw as the loss of what had been my ‘great potential’ - all those fantastic grades down the drain. This simply gave me even more motivation – I wanted to blow raspberries at these nay-sayers with my future achievements! I cleaned up my act and had a focus like never before on my studies and career goals as well as being a good mum.

With the support of my family, I finished high school via a correspondence course, getting the top marks I was capable of plus a place in the university course I had been aiming for. I excelled at university while making time for a boyfriend and my baby daughter. We officially became a family as I completed my degree, and we moved to a regional town so that I could take up a graduate position at the local hospital. While the change of location was supposed to be just until I got some experience to then move back to the city, we fell in love with the south west region and the lifestyle it afforded. We decided to stay.

I loved my job at the hospital. Helping to save and improve the lives of our patients through my role as a pathology Scientist was so rewarding – my dream career come true. It was always interesting, with new things to learn. Sometimes it was stressful, with urgent cases to deal with; but the adrenalin rush from this work could also give me a buzz. I quickly worked up to the position of Second-In-Charge, fulfilling my desires of achievement.

My husband and I decided we should have another child before my daughter became old enough that starting all over again with a baby would prove too hard. I quickly fell pregnant and we welcomed a little boy. My parents, now divorced and both remarried, also moved nearby, and enjoyed the rural town lifestyle. Life was simply grand.

After the birth of my son, I decided to work part-time in the laboratory, and I negotiated a great roster so that the children needed only a few days in childcare a fortnight. I could do nightshift and weekend work when my