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A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

And now it's finally time to talk about this in the future. The time to talk about myself, how I have become today, the new person is born of much pain and discomfort. I have to say that "now I have explained my sails," I built a shell, hard and tough as a Ninja turtle. My hair has grown back, are long and flowing again, there are no unsightly holes and those fearful of alopecia. Physically I am a little 'put back on track, "I look like a woman! I spent it, year 2009-2010, out of breath, including work commitments, personal problems, children to follow. But thank God I was very skillful, so that it more or less efficient in everything I did. I contacted a psychologist who has helped me look inside myself, trying to figure out who I am and who I wanted to be. I confess I am still inspecting, I'm asking questions, I am giving answers. Of course! Because when you become aware of having lived for years in a context, in a world of bland, not constructive, the humic thing to do is change. I collapsed on the world, to discover, on my return from Pisa, the new attempt of deception woven by my father behind me. His first concern was not the fact that the future of his nephew, but rather as away, sneak away from everything, from scrapes, buy a new home to his country. As he told me? Well yes, making think of wanting to bring before the notary as soon as possible to give me, made out to me, the house where I live, in order to become bureaucratic and tax free to put his intentions into action. In front of my categorical refusal, it was "angry", so much so that its presence is denied to children. And then lies, deceit continues on its part, whose implementation is delegated to my mother constantly, which lends itself very willing to indulge his whims. Now, however, enough! Stop ... I'm getting job satisfaction, recognition, I'm trying to get out from anonymity. Who I want to be? exactly what they are. Proud of me, proud to have lived my life, that after I has made it richer, more real. I'm also learning to recognize true friends, I'm giving more confidence in myself, my abilities, regardless of the opinion of others. The only thorn in the side: the uncertain future of my son Rafferty. But I do not give up. I have already mobilized the local structures, sent requests for help in family and school procedures, to make his life less complicated as possible. the course of my existence, as well as everyday life with a child like mine, has never been a breeze, as they may have believed many outside. E 'was and still is un'arrancante uphill on a slippery ground. But the years of experience, of negativity, taught me a lot. I understand through my own falls, my moments of despair, tricks and strategies that help me to save energy, and wind power, in short, to "keep running", and always hoping that one day we will reach the summit. or go even higher up it. I think that you should never look back, to avoid dizziness, risk of tripping, falling, you must enjoy and be happy so, with what little has been achieved now. E 'key to proceed "roped in" to grow, take a walk with the others, the ones you are really close, that there are more and of which it is linked, will prevent you from letting go and falling down. Then stop for a moment, look around, always leads to a sharp rise in a place where the air is clean, where the bitter cold, blends with the warm, burning caress of the sun, creating a pleasant sensation on the skin. Often I'll also stay there stunned, shocked, shocked, by a beautiful and rare flower that will dawn on a steep cliff, with looks, or to follow the mad rush of a mountain goat, graceful, wild, free, safe on land landslide . And even lift his eyes to recall, the flight of an eagle, and charmed the watching circle with the powerful dark wings, so strong, powerful and huge lead even more by the high, than a human can aspire to go to rest. And then remains there, between the whisper of the wind, surrounded by the magic of silence, touch the cold waters of a lake, with only the tips of your shoes, then his ankles, then her knees, his chest, his throat. Finding that water is not cold, and would not be difficult to even get sucked into that swirl of current, rotten leaves. That rise, climbing, ramble, enjoy diving, it may be a warning? the warning of the imminent end? No, the will, the desire to resume the journey now vibrates stronger. Even stronger than the water that could drag on. The whisper of the wind in my hair, laq quiet accomplice and enveloping without even ... I realized one day I'm gonna think about the disturbing and irresistible charm of a climb, and there, clinging to a rock I will feel even more fortunate, the chosen one who received the grace and honor and the opportunity to experience a similar emotion. The excitement and also the gift of a child as special as my little big Raffa.

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Dizziness And Unstable Heart Beat

countless interrogations by psychiatrists and psychologists of the structure, which meticulously dug deep within us, to try to formulate a framework that was as clear as possible about the difficulties of Raffa. Even James provided input, compiled test and answered all the questions that were asked. Strangely, he put aside his superficiality and carelessness, and was proving very sorrowful, worried, anxious to give light to the facts. Do not ever contradict any of my statements, confirmed my version, even when this could backfire on him. Examinations, MRI, trial and to get to the point. So he knew of a bitter confirmation that my son was not a liar, a iperviziato, a child "ruined the family," but a being in need of help, support and understanding. The family, for those who may have deficits can not be the direct cause, the casus Bellis, of an illness such as bipolar disorder. Of course, consistency, non-contradiction, an iron fist and the velvet glove, they would certainly facilitated his search for models, but I, we did not have to feel guilty about it. For years I had lived, the terrible feeling that I was familiar with the situation and harm to Raphael, but the doctors ruled out. If anything, there was in him a strong frustration, a sense of inadequacy and self-collapse, which derived from the school failure, and its contrasted with others, that from us. There was advised not to divide the family, to try as far as we could be to try and find a meeting point. The separation according to the doctors did not represent the optimal solution. Raffa was in dire need of both parents, united and aware, ready to give support and comfort, ready to help him recover and to believe in himself. His fate, his future was now all in our hands, we were the ones that we could afford to fly, or lost, drifting wreck. We do not want this, no. I went to Genoa, and I knew that on my return there was the beginning of a path, a new path. First of all I had to throw it all away, uprooting, starting from my roots, what could be harmful to the fragile character of my son.
improperly person I helped, I knew I arrived with time, for autoconvincermi to be really unable to act in different situations. Aid would in fact always offered the problem of placing its usefulness. Here then check again the spectrum, the figure of my mother, the "savior" who had never posed the question of my actual needs, as worried and focused on herself, has always needed to "get credit" for I front of her, and in front of others. His offers of assistance in respect of my children had always been thus, the opportunity to enrich their personal, moral and social development, and the extent of his actions had always been referring to herself and not to others. To silence his feelings of guilt, to be loved and appreciated by putting in place his consciousness in the performance of good deeds to us, enabling it to be appropriate to its role as a grandmother-mother, or even find a reason to accept, I can not find convincing. But all at the expense of myself and especially Raffa. In fact, everything was hidden deceit deceitful, proceeding, however, carefully analyzing all the deception that had always brought to help itself emerged from the sudden change in their role. From "savior" to "persecutor." people first object of his care and attention silly and ineffective, suddenly became objects of accusations, humiliations heavy criticism angry .. The failure of "Good Samaritan" I became so our total ingratitude. A report neurotic, severely ill, insane, disturbed which I have made conscious. The only thing to do immediately in a case like this, in relation to the personality of a child already in itself suffers from a weakness of character, you become aware, after identifying the causes, reclaim their roles, and sneak away from This "triangular circle. This patient taught me a lot. confronted with as a team prepared to Calambrone, enriched me, giving me a greater awareness. I have a very clear picture now before me. I know have much to learn at first, many things to correct, to revise, reconstruct, in order to undertake an effective way "toward the sun." Set aside so the data without aids foundations, listen more to my, our common sense, without being influenced by the ever more commonplace, inconsistent and ambiguous eliminate the presence of those who had always given epithets unorthodox to me and my child, severely damaging. No, my family has in fact never realized that that attitude so oppositional and defiant, sometimes even violent Raffa, who almost made it increasingly difficult to manage, to lead to the parks, or just to the supermarket, it is not ever wanted, but something of which he himself As has become a slave to suffer terribly. Anyone who had not been able to focus all of this, he should at this point, unfortunately, be removed. Now I knew what to do: to allow my son to be thus free from the bondage from which it is oppressed for years, compromising his rehabilitation process and that offends her self esteem greatly.