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Prologe

Small Revolution

The large room was bathed in a dim, twinkling light, adding an atmosphere of warmth, intimacy, and comfort. The woman sitting across from her gave her a piercing look over her glasses and placed her pen on the small table beside her, then interlaced her fingers, speaking in her composed voice

- "Let's talk about resignation. Tell me, is it rebellion and freedom, or escape".

Sally pondered in confusion, as this expression had never occurred to her before:

- "Escape from what".

The woman said firmly, as if accusing her:

- "From responsibility, for example?".

Sally thought, furrowing her brow as if the accusation was illogical:

- "I have never run away from responsibility. I have always been a person careful to perform my duties as much as possible, even if it went against my desires."

She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, then continued:

- "Perhaps it's freedom, an attempt to start a new life. I haven't told you this before, but this is the first time I've made a major decision on my own, the first time I've tried to take control of the reins in my life, even in my own feelings. I want to take risks and go beyond the boundaries of fear."

She concluded her speech, admitting:

- "I want to seize my freedom."

- "Can you define exactly what your freedom is?"

Sally thought for a moment, then confessed with a sigh:

- "Currently, I don't know. All I know is that there's nothing new in my life, and that in itself is a constraint. I'm just a doctor who works diligently and waits for the salary from month to month. I fulfill my duties and obligations without complaint, a person who has not achieved his dreams as much as he has achieved the dreams of others. But now, I no longer have the desire to be bound by the desires of others, but by my own."

Sally fell silent, then said with deep despair:

- "Time passes, and I have never reached what I deeply desired. I didn't even feel this when I received my university degree. I received it feeling that it was taking me further and further away from myself, but I buried those thoughts until they exploded now to the point where I can't control them."

Her friend and psychiatrist observed her for seconds, studying her, then said:

- "I think that resignation might be the first step to treating this existential anxiety you're suffering from. It means imposing your own decisions and constitution on your life."

The woman finished her talk, adjusting her papers, then asked after a moment:

- "Since your resignation is not an escape, tell me, how do you feel about it? I think you have more thoughts that you haven't released."

Sally looked at her friend with a smile that replaced the despair, in response to the piercing looks directed at her:

- "My thoughts are a bit confused; I don't have the right expression to explain my inner feelings."