The novel consists of several mini-stories about therapy sessions at a therapy clinic named "Soulmate", but the letters "m-a-t-e" were broken in a storm. Each mini-story is narrated by both the psychologists and the patients, describe the patients' worldview, why they do what seems "mentally ill" to us. We often say that the patients' head is abnormal, that their way of thinking is so weird. But is there any possibility that it's because they received different (whether right or wrong) information, so they react differently? Is that just because we "normal people" haven't got enough understanding about this world? Throughout the story, we could see that therapy sessions are a two-way arrow. While the experts are affecting the patient, the patient is also influencing them,“When you look deeply into the darkness, the deep darkness is also looking into you". The story does not make any conclusion about who is right or which world is real, maybe all of them are real, maybe they are all virtual, or maybe, it all doesn't matter. Isn't the world where we live? Wherever you live, that's your world.
View MoreIt's been my third month in this world. Still haven't got a clue.
It seems that this world is similar to mine, the laws of physics, scientific level, common sense, etc are all the same, just there is no existence of the “I” before. Well, now I'm living in a different body, you know, uhm… I'm transferred into another world. However, still don't know what kind of world this is, what the mission is, also, life is neither hard nor dangerous, so I just go through the day peacefully, or boringly, like this.
Oh, almost forgot the most important thing. There is a difference that is higher than mountains, longer than rivers, wider than land, and bluer than the sky, is that there is no D.E in this world! No-unbelievable-D.E! What a enormous omission of a world! Slightly noted, D.E is the best web novel series of my life which I have been following for three years, three years and it hasn't finished yet! The mysterious great author kept digging the hole, and I kept jumping into, stuck there for three years without any sign of being pulled out. Everyday I pray for the author to be healthy, and quickly release new chapters, and yet, oh gods, oh Buddha, oh Allah, not only there's no new chapter, but also I was kicked into a world without D.E! Tell me how to live through this pain? Oh gods, what sin have I committed to be punished this fierce way?
Last night I came up with an idea: to pass the time, I'll give you an overview of the novel D.E. Of course, my writing skill is worse than the author's half around the world, but anyway, I still want to spread D.E to this world's citizens. Again, not having a D.E is truly an enormous omission of a world! And my dear friends, anyone who feels that I am plagiarizing any series that has or has not been released, please text me the original version immediately, I will kneel at the author's ivory feet to ask for forgiveness, and will express my gratefulness to the textor with everything I have. I swear, I promise, I guarantee. And anyone who wants to develop this plot, please write right now, just send me the link afterthat, because I have a dream, I have an awesome dream, that I can continue reading D.E, or at least, re-read the original D.E, the morning star disappeared from the orbit of my life and left me behind with a whole sky of nostalgia.
Well, too much meaningless talking, let's get to the main story. My beloved D.E is a massive series that opens with the story “Psychopaths”. This series consists of many mini-stories, mainly following Huong Duong – a psychologist with her treatment sessions, sometimes punctuated with stories from other psychologist of the clinic. And dear friends, I must say in advance that throughout the story, you will come across a mixing writing style, sometimes surprisingly good, sometimes unusually bad. Good part, of course, is the original author's verbatim that I still memorize. Bad part, no wonder, is my writing, using little memory of main content then filling the words myself. Besides, I'm going to pick a few stories that I'm most impressed with to write first, so the first few chapters might be a bit disjointed. So confused words, if making any mistake, hope to receive your sympathy and forgiveness for a poor crippled soul who has nothing but the memory of a love with D.E.
Alright, let's start now.
“This lamp, some people say it is a wish-fulfilling magic lamp, others say it is just an old, useless lamp. Miracle or not, is from the heart of each person.”The magic lamp was inherently a fantasy. And yet this person didn't even add any magic to convince people to buy.It's even more absurd that I bought it. Rubbing all sorts of things doesn't make any move, it's a scam. In times of dire straits, people do illogical things. Not because of faith, just because of hope. Clinging to hope, even if it's something illusory, is better than despair.I stared blankly out of the old glass window in front of me, at the branches that protruded from my withered body.The bell woke me up from my wandering thoughts. It's time now.I walked down the street with my cano, looking at the dry roots of despair that surrounded them.There is no one who does not have, more or less, no matter what expression they are showing on their faces, happy or sad, laughi
The first time I smelled it, I thought it was a pleasant scent. A soft, warm, pungent, slightly acidic scent that drifts in the wind. It is unlike any perfume in the world, very natural, easy to make people relax, also very familiar.Maybe it was the scent of the Rain God. Every time it rains, that scent comes. On the street, in the supermarket, in the bookstore, in the coffee shop, at home, that gentle scent pervades every corner of my world.But on a white rainy day, when icy water molecules wafting through the air amplified that scent, it started to make me feel uneasy. On the old stone stairs, in the midst of a crowd of colorful umbrellas, as soon as that very light scent passed, I was pushed back by a hand. That hand was very hot. I tumbled downhill. I hugged my head and rolled on each slick, sharp, cold, visceral visceral like being crushed by a roller, and in the afterglow, I still saw that red umbrella upstream, quickly leaving my sight. . My head is buzzing every
I am Donald. Because of this name, I often dream that I transform into a duck wearing a blue sailor shirt and no pants. Coincidentally, the dream of not wearing pants represents deep shame, deep hurt, or subconscious anxiety. Does this coincidence mean anything?I am Donald. I am a psychiatrist. I have a secret that seems to be turning me into a psychopath. It all started when someone contacted me who wanted to buy the old house my family lived in until I was five years old, before moving to the big city. Both of my parents had gone abroad to attend conferences, and I was reluctant to take the responsibility of showing people the house. I opened the gate, looked at the garden, hired a plumber to clean and decorate a bit first, it didn't look too bad.I was very afraid of this house, never returned, but every few years I dream that I unconsciously walk in in the mist and enter. The yellow oil lamp flickered overhead, swaying back and forth, causing a long shadow to fall
- Hello, congratulations on passing the psychological and general health test. The Experiment will start at 00:00 on November 7 and end at 00:00 on November 17. Press the “2” key if you decide to continue participating in the Experiment.- Beep.- Please enter the address, at 22:00 on November 6, our car will pick you up to the experimental site.----------- Welcome to the Depression Experiment, with the aim of developing an application to experience depression to sympathize and find solutions to treat and motivate patients.The experiment will last for ten days, you will play the role of a depressed patient living in her situation, experiencing ten depressive symptoms in turn. Please note:First, the patient's life can be extremely difficult and paranormal, due to the heavy effects of depression and hallucinations. The experimenter will have to deal with an intense desire to commit suicide.Two, the experimental world can provide extr
Okay, I count from five to one, wake up.Five…Four…Three…Two…One…Cup.I opened my eyes again and was met with bright hazel eyes. It took a few seconds to remember that he wasn't Rio, or at least, not the genius scientist Rio. He is a psychologist who commented that I should see a doctor in my Reddit post, who told my story to Thang, and co-ordinator of treatment. It seems that they are still very close, before he vehemently accused me of intentionally killing Thang (I don't have any memory of it, only heard from them), but now he is trying to convince convince the police that a mental patient like me would not be held criminally responsible by my full treatment notes and numerous recordings. Obviously, Thang had secretly recorded it. Every moment he and I are together. Even though I knew it, I was still a little flustered. Oh, medical. Neurologist, psychiatrist, psychologist. Their academic network is huge. Big but tight.Rio got into some trouble for no
I'm standing in front of the big screen. The picture of a small family in it is so cozy. Yesterday was the child's birthday, the whole family of three were gathering to blow out the candles.Miss my parents so much.Suddenly, not the time, but my mind only had that thought, miss my parents so much.Remember the gentle eyes, the warm voice, the loving arms. Remember the mushroom porridge, remember the custard, remember the hot meals, remember the potato buried in the corner of the kitchen. Remember the busy days harvesting potatoes, cutting banana flowers, feeding the geese, washing the pigsty, remembering the nights when we gathered under the lights to clean the rice tray, watch TV together, I would clean their ears and pull out their gray hair. Human life is indeed a chain of devaluation, when… but no, it's not true, it's because people never know enough. When in the wagon, I could not feel the speed of the car. When you are in happiness, you never know how happy you are.
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