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I FLUNKED OUT, I LOST A YEAR!

I FLUNKED OUT, I LOST A YEAR!

It’s summer and there is a very strange weather because in the north there are thunderstorms and it’s cold while in the central south it’s terribly hot. It is as if Italy is divided, split in two just like they are trying to do with this Differentiated Autonomy law. I remember when I was a child th…
IT’S TIME FOR SEPARATIONS

IT’S TIME FOR SEPARATIONS

The sultry heat embraces the city, giving that strange sensation of apparent calm that is typical of summer. The body sweats too much, the air seems still… there is an obligation to move as little as possible, freeze the image. Maybe this is why in the summer you can think a lot… the body in en…
Put a night, a dance

Put a night, a dance

Say you come across one of those social situations that you can’t escape, one of those situations where you have to be content, you have to congratulate, you have the feeling that everyone wears a mask.  Say that you didn’t want to go, that all your life you feel you have to do these tasks even if…
A WINTER TALE

A WINTER TALE

I wake up at five and get out of bed, immediately tripping over my black and white cat, who is sleepier than I am. Kibble, hot coffee inside, white ice outside. My phone is offline, but I think whoever tried to reach me will try again. TV offline! Better this way, I start the day without social med…
BUILDING THE ENEMY

BUILDING THE ENEMY

One of the misfortunes of our country is that we haven’t had any enemies in the last 60 years. It would seem a slogan, a shock phrase propagated by some populist stage in search of consensus during the election campaign, one of those outputs grab like from which then take distances with the usua…
PAPILLON, OUR TOUR BUS

PAPILLON, OUR TOUR BUS

Summer is coming again this year and we can feel it, the sun, the heat, the tasks that are decreasing and the month of June that tells us “IT’S TIME”! It’s time to leave the desks, the teachers, some classmates and “our” Papillon. Separations are never simple but how can we say goodbye?…perhaps d…
I’M HAVING A PANIC ATTACK…HELP!

I’M HAVING A PANIC ATTACK…HELP!

One of the reasons this blog came into being was to give young people a chance to orient themselves in the varied field of psychotherapies and psychiatric treatment in general. We have always avoided flaunting the defense of one theory over others in order to encourage calm reflection on the conten…
Perfume: feminine noun

Perfume: feminine noun

Sometimes I convince myself that I have learned to deal with it. Even if it is not so. It’s still hard to deal with today, but maybe I just found a different way to deal with this. It will also be the place that does not simplify things. This Bar seems perfect to remember, it would have been ideal …