CHAPTER 32

Adriana

Lying on my couch, Pablo wakes up little by little.

Me: How do you feel? Are you feeling better?

Pablo: Yes....yes....what happened to me?

Me: We were talking and you fell unconscious....

Pablo (hand on his head): yes, I remember now.....your son....I'm sorry I had that reaction. I could not believe it. How could such a strong woman like you have such a past.

Me: I'll tell you the story one day. It's a really difficult phase of my life. I almost never talk about it. Well, I never addressed it again until a few days ago with my psychologist. He's the one who got me to the bottom of the problem. I told you that I have not been doing well lately.

Pablo: Yes, you told me that you felt a sense of lack, of constant dissatisfaction.

Me: Yes, the psychologist said that my brain had made a kind of repression. Like a defense mechanism.

It keeps quiet and doesn't say anything else.

Me: Reassure me, you are going to help me, aren't you?