Oggi sono io.

  Like a thunderstorm Rupi Kaur enters into my life. I was looking for...something in a bookstore and found this beige, essential, minimalist and yet screaming book called "Healing through words". I thought why not? until I opened the very first page and this quote from her masterpiece "Milk and honey" pops up. Strong, powerful, real, true, cruel and healing. How beautiful it is, when someone, some strange man or woman, is able to put in words your feelings, thoughts and emotions? I accept the challenge Rupi, I'll write to heal. Let's start.

 On February 7th I turned 32. I like the number, as much as I like 2023, even if too many things have happened in just a couple of months. I closed 2022 full of hopes, romanticism, expectations, dreams, goals and relief. Yes, relief, cause after years, we all fell the same discomfort caused by Covid, we all suffer from loneliness, we all feel lost and misunderstood.  Don't we? I've started therapy and it actually went bad. I felt I was finally doing something to recover from my past traumas and to deconstruct my mental schemes, but no. I'm not in charge, I have to follow. And I don't like the rhytm, the choreo, even the base. I'm not going to continue, I guess this wasn't the right shot. Talking about my parents or involving them wasn't in my plans.  I need this for me. I deserve to heal. I cannot accept to do something to them, for them. "Your only job is to fill your cup and make yourself whole". How I'm filling my cup? I'm travelling, an