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

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

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

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

The court priest says in a dream “The creator gave the greatest abilities to your majesty. This is certainly a sign that he expects her to be supreme!” and adds “did you notice that he denied this to the…king?” concludes the reverend, encouraging her more and more with each start of the battle. Something similar he says to her army.She, within the ideology of the dream, was increasingly confident in herself.But while the queen grew stronger night after night, the same could not be said for Rúbia. The poor thing was feeling alone and powerless given the current situation.The other administrators took advantage of the bad decisions she made and started acting on their own. In a short time, corruption took over all layers of business and this, which began in a timid and discreet way, became evident in the consequences.As a refuge, she relied on dreams and daydreams.Some believed that she was going crazy and ignored her more and more, to the point of disregarding her and even making