Therapy, at heart, is a strange thing. Tell your most intimate problems and thoughts to someone you just met, because you can't solve them alone. Someone who cannot be your friend, but listens to you like no one else. Cry, reveal...

The Danish Soren Kierkegaard, father of Existentialism, started this discussion. "We suffer for who we are and for who we are not", said the philosopher in his book "The human despair". When, after all, does dissatisfaction and anguish end with the very...

  As in an exercise in creative unblocking, to think of my father is to remember, in childhood, to gather the newspapers that he left in the garden, carried by the wind, under the great mango tree, every Sunday morning. I...

    A teacher once said that madness is a whistleblower. Madness has always been and will probably always be misunderstood. It is still not crazy to suffer from love, indecision, the desire to throw everything up, jealousy, immense love for the dog,...

  It's over, I thought. I had already done my part. The wedding was beautiful. The beach house had been a dream come true. The beautiful house, in shades of blue and gray, stood out on the semi deserted beach, with summer...

“Hello, my old heart How have you been? How is it, being locked away? Well don't you worry In there, you're safe And it's true, you'll never beat But you'll never break ” The Oh Hellos To the new heart, There you are. Did I wake you up? If...

The psychoanalyst Contardo Calligaris speaks, in the book “Letters to a young therapist”, of the loneliness that the good therapist goes through. No gifts, no glamor, just him, his techniques and the challenge of helping the customer. I remembered what...