This week I had the first decent therapy session in months. The responsibility for the poor results of the past appointments was obviously not the therapists’, but mine – or better, my constant laughing. First, around May, I started meeting my psychologist less and less often. Somehow, in spite of all the drinking and poorRead more
Namaste! I'm Mariachiara, a 25-year-old who always carries a pen and a notebook in her bag. I write, drink tea, do yoga, and find myself over and over again.