The waiting room was crowded by many children and pre-adolescents. Some of them were crying, it seemed that they were trying to be the loudest people in the world. A weird girl was shaking her fingers strongly. Her pro-homosexuality t-shirt caught my attention. She also wore many rings on her ears and a dark blue lip-stick. The other people looked very normal for being waiting for a psychologist assistantship.
I didn’t even know why I was there. My mother said that I was behaving in a hyperactive way. That wasn’t strange, at least for me. She also said that “my problems” started when I met again my ex-girlfriend, who was atheist. In a very catholic family, having a relationship with a non-believer was unacceptable. But my mother wasn´t the only one who wanted me to go to treatment, my teacher also agreed with her.
I stared at the doctor’s office door waiting for my turn. I was so eager. This situation made me feel hopeless and hopeful at once. It made me feel hopeless since I didn’t wanted to be here, but it made me feel hopeful because I was sure that I wasn’t insane. The handle of the door started moving and a woman in white appeared under the threshold. She called my name and I went in the room automatically. When I was inside I examine its perimeter. It was almost completely white except for a big pink stain, next to the window, that needed to be repainted. I sat on a large blue sofa and she started talking and asking me questions. She wanted to know why I was sad and upset.
-That’s a disadvantage. -She told me.
-What? - I asked. - What do you mean?
-You’re in a deep sadness.
-That’s impossible. - I replied. - I’ve never been in depression.
-Actually you are. - She told me.
I felt the blood going up to my head. I took my things slowly and left the room. This had been a very bad idea and I was pretty sure that I didn’t need to be there.
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