About Me
I am the co-founder of Createlings a Holistic Transformation Coaching Practice and my name is Rory Brown.
I have over 20 years in the field of behavior change. Specifically, as a Learning and Development practitioner. I am a certified Professional Recovery Coach, Neuro-Linguistics Programming Practitioner, Life Coach, Transformation Coach, Negative Emotional Therapy Practitioner, Education, Training, and Development Practitioner, and a Recognized Master Process Facilitator, in addition to my ICR Accreditation. I also hold a Master of Metaphysical Sciences (M.Sc.) degree.
I have worked in the education, training, learning, and development fields most of my life. I have applied my skills to several of the large organizations in South Africa, and companies in the Middle East and East Asia. This includes organizations in the finance, retail, manufacturing, logistics, IT, and mining sectors. Over the years I have directly impacted thousands of people’s lives within these organizations. Allowing them to perform better at work and in their personal lives. My life’s work has been aimed at creating and providing people with tools to actively improve themselves and their lives.
Knowing yourself is the beginning of all Wisdom
– Aristotle
My Journey
In 2014 my life was hit by a devastating challenge.
I was diagnosed with an acute stress disorder referred to as PTSD. It seemed to be an accumulation of burnout, trauma, and stress that I had suffered in my life up until that point. The symptoms of what I was going through were debilitating, to say the least. I simply lost all my energy, focus, drive, and will. It was at the time almost impossible for me to get out of bed. Loud noises and crowds of people were overwhelming to me and I simply withdrew into myself.
Fortunately, I had a strong support network who loved me unconditionally. My wife and family ensured that I received the support I needed. This was in the form of love and understanding.
My General Practitioner (GP) referred me to a psychiatrist to get further specialist help.
This resulted in me being prescribed and placed on a regiment of extremely strong antipsychotic medication. I was taking what felt like at the very least a hand full of pills.
Within days of starting this medication, things went from bad to worse. My mind started shutting down completely, slowly but surely I started to withdraw even more. Within weeks I was unable to drive, read, and could barely speak.
I was politely informed at work that my performance had drastically dropped and that I needed to do something urgently or steps would be taken. Within two months I was being asked to resign or be dismissed. The company stopped short of accusing me of drug addiction based on the fact that I looked drugged out of my mind. I was, however, it was the legal antipsychotics that were affecting my mind and performance.
To preserve my reputation, I resigned before I was dismissed, fired, or worse medically boarded.
So, there I was unemployed and barely able to function as a human being, at this stage, I could not even write my own name. I did the only thing I knew to do. I placed my faith in the psychiatrist, surely, I thought to myself, this person is the expert, the trained physician who held my best interest and health at heart. Based on this premise, I kept taking the meds.
This led to two full months, exactly eight weeks passing, during which time I could not get out of bed.
I could barely have a conversation. I could hardly eat without help. All I remember from that period was eating, sleeping, showering, and once a month going to see the psychiatrist. Who was never alarmed at my state. All that would happen during these consultations is that my dose would be adjusted, or my meds exchanged for others.
In reality, I was a walking zombie. I was not working or earning. I was an absolute burden on my wife, who was out of her mind with worry!
Then a small miracle happened.
After a very direct and emotional conversation with my only living blood relative, an aunt. A part of my mind rebelled against the chemicals in my system. It woke up! Deep inside my mind, a part of me started screaming that I had to wake up and stop what I was doing to myself. That very same day I stopped all the medication. (Please note: I do not suggest that anyone ever does this. Rather see a professional medical practitioner to aid you in weaning off any prescription medication). I went cold turkey. It took an excruciating two weeks before I started to recover.
Slowly, I remembered who I was. Out of a deep fog and dark places, my mind returned to me.
I fondly recall the first day, almost 4 months after my initial diagnosis, that I smiled at a joke my wife made. Both she and I shed tears of joy at the joke and the fact that I actually got it.
It took an additional 4 months before I was able to hold down a job again. I had lost a total of 8 months of my life to PTSD. However, most of that time was actually spent recovering from antipsychotic medication. The medication made the situation far worse and turned me into a walking corpse.
During my recovery, I started to explore how my mind “woke up”.
How did that small part of me survive and fight through all medication? Allowing me to realize what I needed to “immediately do” to recover. How was it that a part of my mind knew that I was in fact doing this all to myself? How did I know deep inside that I was responsible for creating my reality? I also spent a lot of time exploring various healing modalities that allowed me to heal and become a high-functioning member of society once again.
My research and exploration led me down the “rabbit-holes” of human consciousness, quantum consciousness, quantum physics, metaphysics, meditation, visualization, and spirituality.
I have spent the last eight years either researching, studying and/or practising Holistic Transformation Coaching Theory, Techniques and Therapies that I now offer as part of my practice.
It is from hard-earned practical and personal experience that I can say that they will work for you.