Am sim\u021bit cum mi se opre\u0219te respira\u021bia. Inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea at\u00e2t de tare, \u00eenc\u00e2t eram sigur\u0103 c\u0103 se aude \u00een toat\u0103 camera.<\/p>\n
Era vocea mea.<\/p>\n
Vocea mea, dar mai groas\u0103. Mai dur\u0103. Mai plin\u0103 de nervi.<\/p>\n
Sub pat, cu m\u00e2inile str\u00e2nse pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 corp, am sim\u021bit cum \u00eemi amor\u021besc degetele. \u00cemi spuneam c\u0103 nu e posibil. C\u0103 e o fars\u0103. C\u0103 poate cineva \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 sperie. Dar pa\u0219ii\u2026 felul \u00een care mergea\u2026 pauzele dintre cuvinte\u2026 erau exact ca ale mele.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mereu faci dezordine \u2014 a continuat vocea. \u2014 \u0218i tot eu trebuie s\u0103 str\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n
Am v\u0103zut pantofii oprindu-se chiar l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat.<\/p>\n
Nu aveam curajul s\u0103 respir.<\/p>\n
Persoana s-a aplecat. Am v\u0103zut tivul pantalonilor, m\u00e2na care a tras sertarul noptierei, apoi oftatul acela pe care \u00eel scoteam \u0219i eu c\u00e2nd eram obosit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n
Nu era un str\u0103in.<\/p>\n
Eram eu.<\/p>\n
Sau, mai bine spus, o parte din mine pe care o ascunsesem ani de zile.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi amintesc lucruri m\u0103runte: haine mutate din loc, obiecte pe care nu-mi aminteam s\u0103 le fi pus acolo, mesaje scrise cu scrisul meu, dar pe care nu mi le aminteam. Momente c\u00e2nd vecinii m\u0103 salutau pe strad\u0103 la pr\u00e2nz, iar eu eram sigur\u0103 c\u0103 fusesem toat\u0103 ziua la munc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Aveam goluri.<\/p>\n
Zile \u00eentregi despre care nu-mi aminteam nimic.<\/p>\n
Persoana \u2014 eu \u2014 s-a a\u0219ezat pe pat. Salteaua s-a l\u0103sat u\u0219or. Am sim\u021bit greutatea prin podea, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een oase.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103m s\u0103 tr\u0103im \u00eempreun\u0103 \u2014 a spus vocea calm. \u2014 Nu mai merge a\u0219a.<\/p>\n
Lacrimile mi-au curs f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot.<\/p>\n
Ani la r\u00e2nd \u00eendurasem stres, singur\u0103tate, munc\u0103 peste munc\u0103. Dup\u0103 divor\u021b, dup\u0103 pierderea mamei, dup\u0103 nop\u021bile \u00een care pl\u00e2ngeam \u00een pern\u0103 ca s\u0103 nu aud\u0103 nimeni. Creierul meu cedase. Se ap\u0103rase cum \u0219tia el.<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u0219i crease pe cineva care s\u0103 \u021bipe \u00een locul meu.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd pa\u0219ii s-au \u00eendep\u0103rtat \u0219i u\u0219a s-a \u00eenchis, am r\u0103mas sub pat \u00eenc\u0103 mult timp. Tremuram.<\/p>\n
\u00cen aceea\u0219i zi, seara, m-am dus direct la medic. Apoi la psiholog. N-am mai fugit de adev\u0103r.<\/p>\n
A fost greu. Au urmat luni de tratament, terapie, lacrimi \u0219i fric\u0103. Vecinii au fost anun\u021ba\u021bi. U\u0219a a fost schimbat\u0103. Am pus \u00eencuietori noi. Am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 cer ajutor.<\/p>\n
Ast\u0103zi, casa mea e lini\u0219tit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu se mai aud \u021bipete.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103, pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba mea, nu mai sunt singur\u0103 cu mine \u00eens\u0103mi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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