Susie’s Story: Taking Back Her Power 

Susie hated mornings. The moment she woke up, a heavy weight settled in her stomach — the dread of walking into school and facing the whispers, the stares, the comments. Her clothes were “weird,” her hair was “a mess,” and the way she talked? Well, that was just “different.” 

Even when no one said a word, Susie felt their eyes on her, judging. It was like carrying invisible words all day, scratching at her con"dence until it cracked. 

She didn’t want to tell anyone. Talking about it felt impossible. How do you explain that your own mind feels like a storm even when everything looks normal?  

One afternoon, after a particularly hard day of avoiding glances and swallowing hurt, Susie found herself sitting in the counselor’s office. The counselor smiled gently and said, “Have you ever heard of tapping? It’s a way to calm those overwhelming feelings.” Susie raised an eyebrow, thinking, Yeah, right. Like tapping my forehead is going to do anything. She rolled her eyes inside but decided to try it anyway, what did she have to lose? 

That day, back in her room, Susie tapped on her forehead and the side of her hand while thinking about the words that had stuck to her like glue. At first, the tears welled up, but this time, she didn’t let them fall. Instead, she felt a strange lightness, like a weight was lifting just a little bit. 

“No one has to know,” she whispered. “This is mine.” It wasn’t something to share on social media or brag about. It was a quiet, private way to take back her power. 

Days turned into weeks, and the comments didn’t sting as much. The whispers lost their grip. Slowly, Susie started to feel like herself again, not broken, not small, but strong in a way that only she could see. 

Jasmin’s Story: Unlocking Her Game 

Jasmin loved soccer. She loved the feel of the ball at her feet, the wind on her face, the rush of the game. But something kept getting in the way. 

The second the whistle blew and eyes were on her, her body would freeze. Her passes went wide. Her timing was off. And no matter how much she practiced, her confdence just kept slipping. "What's wrong with me?" she'd think. "Why can't I play like I do in practice?" She pushed herself harder, more drills, more hours, but nothing touched the nerves. 

Then one afternoon, her coach casually mentioned that some pro athletes use tapping before big games. Jasmin was skeptical. “Tapping? Like, on your face?” But she was tired of feeling stuck. Before the next practice, she gave it a try, quietly, in the locker room. "Even though I mess up when people are watching," she whispered, "I choose to feel calm and strong." She tapped through the points, feeling silly at frst... but then, some‐ thing clicked. Her breath slowed. Her thoughts stopped racing. 

She didn’t tell anyone, but she did it again the next day. And the day after that. Over time, tapping became her pre-game ritual. It didn’t replace training, it unlocked it. 

She still made mistakes sometimes, but she didn’t spiral. She stayed focused. Grounded. Clear. 

Tapping didn’t fix something broken. 

It helped her trust the strength that was already there. 

Julie choked up each time she tried to sing in public

Julie’s Story: Finding Her Voice 

Julie loved to sing. Not just a little, she could hit every note perfectly when she was alone, lost in the music. But the moment someone watched, even her mom, her voice would shake like a leaf. Auditions? Forget it. The thought alone made her stomach twist. A

 friend in her drama group noticed and mentioned something new: EFT tapping. “It helps with stage fright,” her friend said. 

Julie was skeptical. “Tapping? Like on my face?” But desperation won over doubt. Before her next recital, she found a quiet corner backstage and tried it. "Even though I feel terri!ed, I know my voice deserves to be heard." She tapped through the points, hands trembling, heart pounding. 

When she stepped onto the stage, her hands still shook, but she sang anyway. It wasn’t about being fearless. It was about being brave enough to show up anyway. 

Tapping became part of her routine, a way to center herself before every performance. It didn’t make her perfect. It just reminded her that fear didn’t have to stop her. Now, when she sings, she taps first, not to be flawless, but to be present.

 In Her Words... 

 “When my best friend Hannah moved away, I honestly felt like the floor dropped out from under me. We did everything together, lunch, classes, walking to school. She was my safe space. 

After she left, school felt completely different. I didn’t know where to sit. I just kind of floated through the day, pretending to scroll through my phone so I didn’t look lost. I didn’t really want to talk to anyone about it, it felt too heavy. 

But my aunt, who knows a lot about EFT, gently offered to show me how tapping works. At first, I thought it was weird. But one night, when everything just got too much for me, I decided to try it. 

I watched a video on how to do it  so while I was tapping I whispered:
 ‘Even though I feel totally alone… I’m okay.’
 ‘Even though I miss her so much… maybe I can get through this.’
 ‘Even though I don’t know how to make new friends… maybe I can be open to it.’

 I actually felt a bit calmer. Not instantly fixed, but lighter. I kept tapping over the next few days. Sometimes I’d tap before school, sometimes just quietly at night, sometimes even discreetly at school. 

 It helped me not only let go of the sadness a little but also feel more open, like maybe, I could make space for new friends, even if it felt scary. Eventually, I started noticing people again. Like this girl in art class who smiled at me. And another who always sat alone like I did. I slowly started saying ‘hi’, and now I’m in a little book club I never would’ve joined before. 

Tapping didn’t magically solve everything. But it helped me find my footing again. It gave me this quiet confidence to open up, even just a little, and that was all I needed to start moving forward.”

SONG TO COME 

Maya was heartbroken when her boyfriend left her.

Maya was devastated after her boyfriend broke up with her. Maya didn’t see it coming. One day, everything felt fine ~ she and her boyfriend were texting nonstop, making plans for the weekend.

 Then suddenly, he ended things with a vague text message. No explanation, no chance to talk. Just… done. 

Maya felt crushed. Like something had cracked open inside her chest. She couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Her friends tried to cheer her up, but every little thing reminded her of him. Songs, places, memories ~ it all hit too hard. 

 Her aunt, who was into “weird wellness stuff,” suggested EFT. Maya rolled her eyes. “Tapping my face isn’t going to fix a broken heart,” she thought. 

But late one night, when she couldn’t stop crying, she searched for a tapping video. Quietly, she followed along. “Even though I feel totally heartbroken, I choose to let myself heal.” The tears didn’t stop right away ~ but something shifted. She felt like she was holding herself together, instead of falling apart. 

 Maya started tapping a little every night, not to forget him, but to feel like herself again. She tapped through the hurt, the rejection, the “Was I not enough?” thoughts. 

Slowly, the pain softened. She laughed again. Slept better. 

She didn’t need closure from him ~ she gave it to herself. Tapping didn’t erase what happened. But it helped her find her way back to strength, one round at a time. 

SONG TO COME 

Jordan lost his best friend.

Jordan had grown up with Max ~ a golden retriever with floppy ears and a tail that wagged like crazy every time Jordan walked through the door. Max was more than just a pet. He was Jordan’s best friend, the one who’d curl up beside him when life got hard, who never judged, who just got him. 

So when Max got very sick and had to be put down, Jordan felt like a piece of him went missing. 

Everyone told him things like, “He was just a dog,” or “You’ll feel better soon.” But Jordan didn’t feel better. He felt empty. At night, he’d stare at the spot where Max’s bed used to be and feel this aching knot in his chest. He didn’t want to cry in front of anyone, but sometimes the sadness would sneak up on him and hit like a wave. 

 One afternoon, his older cousin noticed he seemed off and gently asked if he wanted to try something called EFT ~ “It’s like a pressure valve for heavy feelings,” she said. Jordan wasn’t sure. It sounded a little out there. But the grief was so big, he figured… why not? 

He started tapping, whispering: “Even though Max is gone and it hurts so much, I love him and I’m going to be okay.” To his surprise, the pressure in his chest eased a little. Not gone, but lighter. 

He tapped again the next day. And the day after. Some days, it brought tears. Other times, just calm. 

 Jordan still missed Max. He always will. But tapping gave him a way to carry that love without being crushed by the loss. It didn’t erase the sadness ~ it helped him move through it, one tap at a time.. 

SONG TO COME 

Letting Go of the Anger.

 Marcus had a reputation. He was the guy people didn’t mess with ~ loud, quick with insults, and always surrounded by his crew.

 Most teachers called him a “troublemaker,” but nobody ever asked what was really going on behind all that attitude. At home, things were messy. His dad was hardly around, and when he was, the yelling didn’t stop. 

Marcus didn’t feel heard, didn’t feel safe. So he pushed that pain down ~ way down ~ and when it boiled up, he took it out on other kids. Teasing, pushing, laughing at people who were already having a hard time. 

He hated seeing weakness, because he saw it in himself. Then one day, during detention, a counselor introduced something weird: EFT tapping. Marcus almost laughed out loud. “You want me to tap my face?” I's rather tap on someone else's face! But the counselor didn’t push. He just said, “This isn’t about anyone else. It’s about you. If you’ve got stuff you don’t want to carry anymore... this can help.” 

Marcus didn’t believe it ~ but later that night, when everything felt too loud and too much, he tried it. He tapped and said: “Even though I’m so angry and don’t know what to do with it... I want to feel calm.” “Even though I’ve hurt people... maybe I can change.” “Even though I feel broken inside... I’m still worth something.” It felt strange, but something shifted. The pressure in his chest eased. 

The next time he felt that urge to lash out, he tapped first. He still messed up sometimes, but little by little, he stopped needing to put others down to feel okay.  

Marcus didn’t turn into some perfect angel overnight. But he wasn’t a bully anymore ~ he was just a guy learning how to deal with his stuff. 

EFT gave him a way to face what was really going on. And for the first time, that felt stronger than pretending he didn’t care 

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Finding Safety Again 

“I didn’t really understand what happened at first, just that it made me feel uncomfortable. Then confused. Then angry.

 It wasn’t something I wanted to talk about. Not with my friends. Not even with my mum. I felt ashamed, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong. 

After a while, I noticed I was different. I didn’t trust people the same way. I avoided certain places. I jumped when someone got too close. It was like my body was on edge all the time. I kept telling myself I should be over it. But I wasn’t. 

My school counselor introduced me to EFT. She called it a calming tool , something I could use when I felt triggered or overwhelmed. 

We didn’t talk about the details. She just helped me find the right words. Things like: ‘Even though I feel scared, I’m safe now.’ ‘
Even though I still carry this inside, I choose to feel strong.’
 ‘Even though it hurt, it doesn’t define me.’ 

Tapping gave me a way to release some of what I was holding. Quietly. Privately. At my own pace. There were days I didn’t want to do it, but the more I did, the more I started feeling like me again. 

What EFT gave me wasn’t just calm, it was control. Over my emotions. My space. My voice. I still have tough moments, but I don’t feel powerless anymore. I know how to help myself now, and that’s something no one can take away.”  

SONG TO COME 

Carly was super anxious all the time. 

Carly had always been a little on edge ~ overthinking things, worrying about what could go wrong. But when high school started, her anxiety skyrocketed. It wasn’t just nerves before a test or feeling awkward at lunch. It was a constant, buzzing tension that sat in her chest and made it hard to breathe. She’d lie awake at night with her heart pounding over things that hadn’t even happened yet. What if she failed? What if people laughed at her? What if she said something stupid? She tried to hide it, but it was exhausting. 

 Then one day, her mother's friend ~ who was into all kinds of wellness stuff ~ sent her a short video on something called EFT tapping. Carly almost ignored it. Tapping on your body? Seriously? 

But the video was only five minutes, and honestly, she felt desperate. So she gave it a try. “Even though I feel anxious and can’t stop thinking, I choose to feel calm,” she said, tapping through the points. It felt weird. But also… kind of good? Like something inside her had been waiting to be noticed. 

 She kept at it, especially before school or when her thoughts started spiraling at night. 

Over time, tapping became her reset button ~ a way to slow her breathing, calm her mind, and feel like she wasn’t being dragged around by her anxiety. 

Her friends still don’t know she taps. She doesn’t do it for attention. She does it because it works. Tapping didn’t make Carly fearless ~ but it made her stronger than her fears. And that changed everything.  

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“I Thought I Was Just Dumb”

Mason hated school. Not because he didn’t care ~ he actually tried harder than most kids in his class. But no matter how much he studied, the grades didn’t show it. He’d blank out on tests. Teachers would talk too fast, and he’d miss half of what was said.

 When others laughed or got praise, he stayed quiet, pretending not to care. But deep down, it stung. He started believing what the little voice in his head kept whispering: “You’re just not smart enough.” “You’ll never catch up.” “Why even try?” 

Then came the moment that broke him ~ a teacher read out some marks in class, and a kid in the back snorted when Mason’s score was mentioned. Laughter rippled through the room. Mason laughed too, pretending like it didn’t matter. 

But that night, he stared at the ceiling, full of shame and frustration. That’s when his older brother stepped in. He'd struggled in school too ~ and now worked as an electrician. 

He handed Mason his phone with a short video: “Try this tapping thing. Sounds dumb, but it helped me stop beating myself up.”

 Mason watched it once, then again. Then, cautiously, he tried: Tapping on the side of his hand, he said, “Even though I feel stupid, I’m okay.” “Even if I don’t learn like everyone else, I’m not broken.” “Even if I mess up sometimes, I still matter.” At first, it didn’t seem like much. But he noticed his breathing slowing down. His stomach stopped churning. He felt… lighter. Like someone had taken a weight off his chest. 

He kept tapping each night before bed ~ sometimes about school, sometimes about how he felt around friends. The more he did it, the less he judged himself. 

 He asked a teacher for help ~ something he’d never done before. She didn’t laugh. She helped. 

Over time, Mason stopped calling himself dumb. He started calling himself determined. 

He still had tough days, but now he had a tool ~ something that helped him handle the pressure, silence the inner critic, and keep showing up. 

Tapping didn’t change his brain ~ it changed how he treated himself. And that made all the difference. 

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The Queen Bee Who Didn’t Feel Good Enough.

Talia looked like she had it all together. Popular on social media, always surrounded by her “besties,” and in every group photo with a perfect smile. 

But behind the filtered selfies and sarcastic jokes was a girl who felt anything but confident. 

When Talia felt insecure ~ about her looks, her grades, or her spot in the group ~ she turned mean. Subtle stuff: spreading rumors, leaving people out of chats, pretending someone didn’t exist for a day. 

She’d say things like, “It’s just a joke,” or “Don’t be so sensitive.” But deep down, she knew it wasn’t okay. 

Then something happened. One of the girls she used to target broke down in class. The teacher talked about emotional bullying ~ how it can be just as damaging as physical harm. 

For the first time, Talia saw herself in the description, and it didn’t feel good. She ended up in a school support group, where a mentor introduced EFT tapping. 

At first, Talia rolled her eyes. “How’s tapping  supposed to fix anything?” But the mentor said, “This isn’t about fixing ~ it’s about noticing how you really feel. Not the mask. The real stuff.” 

Talia gave it a try. In private, she tapped through the points: “Even though I act like I don’t care, I feel insecure and left out.” “Even though I say mean things, I’m scared people won’t like the real me.” “Even though I’ve hurt others, I want to be someone better.” 

It wasn’t instant. But tapping helped her release the pressure, the need to be perfect, the fear of rejection. 

Slowly, she started apologizing. She reached out to people she’d ignored. She still felt insecure sometimes, but now, she tapped instead of lashing out. 

Talia didn’t lose her confidence, she just found a kinder version of it. One that didn’t need to crush others to feel strong. 

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Finding Calm in the Chaos 

Mandy used to love sharing little moments from her day online ~ silly selfies, funny memes, and her artwork. 

But it all changed one week in Year 10 when someone started targeting her online. At first, it was vague comments on her posts: "Cringe." "Try-hard." "Who told you you could draw?" Then it got worse. DMs flooded in from fake accounts mocking her appearance, her voice, even how she walked. Someone reposted her art with laughing emojis. A whisper campaign started at school. 

Mandy stopped posting. Stopped smiling. Stopped drawing. She deleted all her social apps and told no one ~ not even her parents. At night, her thoughts spiraled. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was weird. Ugly. Worthless. 

Her older cousin noticed she was pulling away and gently asked if she was okay. Mandy shrugged, then broke down. Her cousin didn’t try to fix everything ~ she just sat beside her and said, “Let’s try something. It’s helped me when I feel panicky.” 

She introduced Mandy to EFT tapping. It felt ridiculous at firs~ tapping on parts of her body while saying how awful she felt? But something unexpected happened. As she tapped, she cried. Then... she breathed. “Even though I feel humiliated, I am safe.” “Even though they said those things, I’m not their words.” “Even though I’m hurting, I’m still me ~ and I matter.” 

The tightness in her chest softened. The ache in her stomach loosened. She tapped every night, sometimes silently, sometimes whispering the words. 

Over time, the comments didn’t haunt her the same way. She didn’t need to respond or retaliate ~ because she wasn’t carrying their words like armor anymore. 

She started drawing again. Slowly. Privately at first, then sharing in a safe online group for young artists. She found people who lifted her up instead of tearing her down. 

One day at school, she overheard that one of the bullies ~ Noah~ had apologized to someone. Even joined a support group. She was shocked. Angry at first because she never received an apology. Then... a little curious. 

She didn’t need his apology to heal.. She had already started healing herself. 

 With tapping, she got her power back ~ not by fighting back, but by letting go.  

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When Trust Breaks 

 “I didn’t think I’d ever need to question her. She was my best friend, someone I told everything to. So when she shared something I asked her to keep private, it hit me harder than I expected. It wasn’t just the secret getting out… it was the feeling that I couldn’t trust anyone anymore. 

 For weeks, I replayed everything in my head. The moment I found out. The lies. The excuses. The way people looked at me afterward. I felt exposed. Betrayed. Small. And so angry, but I didn’t know what to do with the anger. 

 That’s when I tried EFT. Honestly, I didn’t think tapping could help with something like this. But I was wrong. It didn’t erase what happened, but it helped me breathe again. I started with:
‘Even though I feel so betrayed, I’m open to feeling okay again.’
‘Even though I can’t trust them, I can start trusting myself.’
‘Even though it still hurts, I choose peace instead of pain.’ 

 I tapped when the memories came up. When I ran into her at school. When I felt like building walls around me to keep everyone out. Little by little, the tightness in my chest and the knot in my stomach faded. The racing thoughts slowed down. 

 What I learned through tapping is that I can heal, without pretending it didn’t matter. I still believe in friendship. 

I just learned to listen to my gut a bit more, and to take care of my heart first. EFT helped me let go of the bitterness, so I could make space for people who actually deserve my trust.”

SONG TO COME