Regarding patient confidentiality, there was no doubt that the doctor would be completely trustworthy. That was one of the reasons she hired him. Only after making sure of this did, she undergo treatment, precisely with him.About that she was right. He took it so seriously that even students and colleagues believed he exaggerated. The names in patient records and charts were pseudonyms. And the notes, made by hand, looked more like hieroglyphics. As for the ribbons, they were as well guarded as they would be if they were gold.From the initial visit of that strange man, who revealed nothing more than his first name and remained locked up with Mrs. Rúbia, who still, inexplicably, had been avoiding her handsome husband for a long time, generated distrust among the servants.One of the maids couldn't contain her curiosity, especially when she accidentally heard some strange sounds coming from the room that she and the others described as “the room with the velvet bed”. And to feed the i
Eighth session, eighth week....Very close to “birth”As she takes a deep breath, Rúbia relaxes and decides to narrate, in a more succinct way, the second nightmare that constantly torments her.“In this..., the scenario is different...” she says, in a technical way. “I'm very young, like 15 years old and... I can even see my parents alive and happy... I'm mentioning this because they were very in love when I was very young. For the record, when I was a teenager, my father kind of avoided her. I even witnessed him say that it was her fault for her behavior... When he said that, what I found most strange was that she simply lowered her head, as if she really were to blame..." reveals Rúbia, somewhat confused...The doctor seems to find this information relevant, so he takes note of how the patient behaved when faced with this detail.After a pause, as if they were reflecting, she continues saying:“Going back to the dream..., I'm very young, about 15 years old and... I can even see my
Twentieth session, twentieth week.... It's a Friday and it's almost late afternoon... Weekends became the most tense and reflective moments for Rúbia, from the first emotional shock she experienced, to the present day. During working days, she tries to fill her time with business responsibilities, and this has become very effective. Even though she hates dealing with business, such routines have had the effect of transporting her to a world far from emotional reality, from intimate problems. However, something similar to a wad of cotton inside her gives the feeling that each tear contained makes her heavier and heavier. Being alive on a Monday was the same as surviving a battle. Once upon a time, as a child, weekends were the happiest and most anticipated days for her. Her parents had a good relationship with each other and always took her to the city parks. It was not for nothing that feelings were eating away at her, pushing her towards depression. Every day, life showed her wh
On the outskirts of the capital, in a building that looks abandoned...“Both the worst and best things depend on a first step, to actually happen.” Reasons a dark-looking man. “In life, not everything that precedes a success is a mistake and vice versa.... We take risks in all our actions or, in the absence of them...” argues Magalhães with the cocktail supplier.“The rats and monkeys had some reactions and so we added something else to the cocktail. But regarding prolonged use, we didn’t have good results, so… I suggest regulating that.” Alert the stranger.“I promise to take it into account. But I don’t have more time and… I could lose the ideal patient for this at any moment.” The doctor concludes and leaves shortly afterwards with a certain amount of the product.Eight days later...It was early in the morning and it had been raining a lot, for so long that it was already very cold. The sound and the ideal atmosphere for those who liked and could sleep or, for thos
The conclusion of this was that: “... The range of articles written around this game increased her eagerness even more. Considering that she was encouraged to take time off from business to focus on herself, the time available became a contributing factor to all the rapid learning.Similar to a parasitic worm, her unconscious forced her to acquire more and more nutrients from books.On the other hand, every detail, peculiarity, curiosity and technique of the hobby gradually replaced the space once occupied by the memories that corroded her.The process went further... Her brain was regenerating and gradually the old connections were being disconnected. What would normally take years, according to neuroscientists, in her case was happening as a daily process, with very noticeable results.The memories remained in the mind, as I was able to see and access through the sessions, as well as the pain they carry, but in a compact form, without details. Something that resembles photographs th
This was not the first nor the last time that she went to the library early in the morning, and even during the day, with the aim of learning more and more.Visiting books on this same topic became a routine for successive nights on end, fueled by the surprisingly effective medicine provided by the psychiatrist.One night, in the private library, while reading with excitement and fascination, her mind remained active, on the other hand, her body and eyes seemed exhausted and, in front of this picture, she fell asleep with the book on her lap.It was no surprise, because, unlike previous times, when I read in a chair, with the book resting on a table, I was sitting in a comfortable reading armchair, similar to a royal throne, which I had ordered from Europe.The wind blew so steadily, bringing with it droplets of rain that it cooled the walls and windows where she was more and more. The cold only increased, but she was completely wrapped up.Minutes later she reaches the deepest state
Night after night she dreams of an episode...On a certain occasion when she is once again comfortable in her armchair, as on all previous nights, moments later, she falls asleep, plunging into the fantasy in which she already appears as a majesty.In the kingdom, after an apparent period of peace, now everything indicates, from the uproar of people with clouded faces, that they are in the middle of a war.The queen does not focus on seeing the appearance of each of those closest to her. It seems pointless, but she feels comfortable with this impossibility.To complete the strangeness, the voice of each person addressing her is also undefined. However, this also does not seem to hinder communication or each person's role.The previous dreams were exactly like this.When strangeness is constant and normality is rare, what was once strange becomes seen as normal.“Your majesty... Forgive my intrusion...” the subject bows, “your majesty, the king desires your presence...” one of the cour
Despite her impetus, she feels insecure in the face of all the power granted to her. She refuses to sit on her husband's throne, rejecting him and considering herself unworthy.The next day, the kingdom's prominent men meet and when they realize that they are faced with situations that require the monarchy's decision, they decide that they have to convince the queen to accept and act according to the decision she made.“Defending him is fundamental to our remaining in power, your majesty...” she hears the voice of what looks like a court priest. Referring to the king he continues adding:“It is known to your highness and... the rest of the court that... your majesty, the king, is vulnerable, he is old and has no skills... not even to walk..., as even locomotion is a problem. as much as limited...”She listens to them attentively, however, she remains thoughtful. After a few seconds she raises one of her hands, interrupting everyone and says:“Your Excellency...” she says, addressing t