And so my journey continued. I saw a psychiatrist, a psychoanalyst and took my medication, but never really believed that any of them would help to cure me. I was starting my life over step by step. I went back to school for my master’s degree, soon realizing that I was fully capable of dealing with the academic life and socialization at FAFICH, UFMG’s College of Philosophy and Human Sciences. I went back to speaking with ...

Back when I was a young child and adolescent, sometime around 1948 to 1960, the best fun you could get in my old hometown, especially for the poor, were at the religious festivals. The religious festivals were festivals for the poor, where no distinctions were made regarding social class. After the Three Kings Festival went by, reaching its peak on the 6th of January, we anxiously awaited the glorious Festival of Saint Sebasti...

There I was, still feeling all that aphasia, that detachment from the real world where everything seemed meaningless and shallow. I felt the lack of love. Love, which I projected on only two women in my life, unaware of how love is spread all over the world, in all beings imaginable and unimaginable. But then one day I made the decision. Yes, to put an end to that useless existence of a being who lived on watching TV with his ...

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Going out was a way for me to socialize. But at the same time it reflected in me my greatest fears and anxieties; the fear of loneliness, the results of the medication, and their terrible side effects. Going to the bathroom was a challenging ordeal. My genital organ and I having to confront that urinal. It was as if my ghosts were all standing there watching me. Nothing… I grew tense, and the liquid with the excrements o...

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