The Importance of Alpha (Chapter Twelve)
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Anxiety etches your face as the heart rate monitor's incessant beeping reverberates throughout the room. The Doctor walks in with an air of solemn determination.
"It's time for your surgery."
You can't help but think about all the surgeries you've endured, the countless hours spent in this sterile, unforgiving environment, and the gradual erosion of your memory and mental stability. Each operation was a piece of you, chipped away in the name of treatment, leaving you feeling like a fractured mosaic of your former self.
"How many surgeries does this make, Doctor? I can't...I can't remember anymore."
The room darkens, and an ominous foreboding envelopes you until you regain consciousness.
"Where am I? What happened? I'm losing myself. I can't remember anything anymore."
The Doctor checks your vital signs after yet another surgery, each procedure adding to an unending chain like an unrelenting nightmare.
"Our treatment plan requires one final procedure. It holds the key to restoring your memory and alleviating your anxiety."
Depression's icy grip tightens around your soul. You lie there, vulnerable and apprehensive, as the uncertainty of this last procedure presses down on you. As despair settles in, the room falls silent, the tension thickening like a heavy fog. You try to grasp onto any semblance of hope. Maybe this procedure will be the one that finally sets you free from the torment of anxiety and the abyss of forgetfulness. You close your eyes, trying to brace yourself for whatever comes next. The Doctor approaches, and you can feel the cool sensation of gel being applied to your scalp.
"We are going to stimulate your brain."
Facial Order
Brain Order
Meditate
Balance Hormones
Eschew Prescription and Recreational Drugs
Don’t Fight. Take Flight.
Oxygenate the Brain
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Stimulate the Brain
Chapter Twelve Conclusion