I was ... one who had to always prove to be up to every situation; although, I was conditioned by a strong sense of insecurity and poor self-esteem.
One who was wearing masks on masks to hide a war... Continue reading
We used to play giving a name to each raindrop, while hidden in some corner of the world, in shelters that in those days seemed essential, as if they were home.
We were running away, it was clear t... Continue reading
Turned off my dreams
My story starts in Castiglione del Lago, a very pleasant village, immersed in the green hills of Umbria. Both my parents are from Calabria, my father worked for an insurance comp... Continue reading
Fulfilling the blank in front of me
I had already been using heroin for a year. At 15, the relationship with my family was increasingly deteriorated every time I entered the house there was a fight... Continue reading
The best choice for my life
At 24 years old, finished university, I met a guy who used heroin, I fell in love and we got together. In the end he was so different from me, I also liked to get hig... Continue reading
I was just over twenty years old. My life was made up of parties, discos, drugs and fun. I did not think about anything else.
I lived in Novi in Modena and on the 29th of May 2012 there was an eart... Continue reading
It was always my fault
What would I have given in order to have a girl to love, which would have given me strength, and hence experiences. The only thing I knew I could do was to feel guilty
for s... Continue reading
The story of Sara, anorexic and a drug addict, in Community she found the love for running.
A role model student, she was fleeing from herself so that she didn’t have to face her problems and all t... Continue reading
"Tell me why are you doing this? Have you forgotten that we grew up together? Remember those pictures of our pregnant mothers? I always thought we were friends even then, how can you not realize anyth... Continue reading