First of all sorry for my English, i tried to study for years, also in foreign countries but when it’s time to talk or write I always have problems with it…
I’d like to introduce myself, my name is Alessandra, I’m 32 years old and I live in Turin, Italy.
I’m writing here just because I need to share with someone what’s going on through my mind…
1 year ago, after Chester passed away, I realized that maybe something’s going wrong… but when I try to talk with my family or friends, they always says that I’m creating problems where there’s not…
I think that I’m born like this, I don’t know but, since I can rember, I’ve always felt sadness inside of me, it’s like I never feel satisfied… then I lost 2 important friend when I was 18, one for suicide, one for a car accident, the same year my bestfriend’s father got murdered…
I used to live in Sardinia with my family (1000 km and the Mediterranean of distance from where I live now), the same year I graduated in high school and i decided to go to the university here in Turin, so I left my family and I came here, young and all alone… my family is kind of poor, so I had to work to can go on with the university… i started to have no more time to study cause of the work… so I had to quit the university…
By that time I felt so sad that I started to phisically hurt myself, it was like the only way to feel alive… then I fell in love…
For 6 years I ignored my sadness cause I was in love… he used to cheating me… but as I was blind, I’ve always believed on him when he camed back telling me he was sorry…
We took home togheter, I spent all my money (and over)for that house, and after 3 months he’s gone away with another girl…
I stopped eating and started to drink 2 bottles of tequila per day… (also in the shower)…
I met a girl, a colleague, that by that time broke up with her girlfriend and was homeless, so I decided to let her stay in my house till she get her own house…
I think she is definitely my best friend, as she helped me with my alcohol and food problems, I’ll always be grateful…
That was 4 years ago…
Now I live alone, I have a dog that I love so much, and I think it’s the only reason that keeps me here…
I’m back with my sadness, I started to avoid people, and I often think to quit my life, I’m still paying my debts for that damned house with my exboyfriend, I left my job and went to Cyprus cause I wanted a new beginning, but the reality is that after 3 months I came back here in Turin, I started a new job that I already hate (I was hired in Feb 2016) and I feel like buried from sadness.
When Chester passed I didn’t realized… but after a month I started to cry so hard, I remembered how I felt when 18 years ago I bought my CD of Hybrid Theory in London while I was there with my twin sister for study English, we were so happy, as in Italy they wheren’t famous yet but we used to watch a German music channel (VIVAzwei) where we first heard them…and loved them…(at that time my favourite bands where Orgy, linkin Park and Blur) I still have that CD here with me in Turin… it’s like my biggest treasure… I started to remember how their songs helped me to go on after that damned year 2005 when something’s got broken inside of me after all those loss and every time I felt falling down… that thing that got broken now it’s back as a reminder, I hate my life, but I love it, I hate my job, but it’s a really good job, I hate to spend time with other people, but I also love to hang out…
I just can’t understand my own feelings, And I’m still having problems with alcohol (less than before).
I often think that my only escape is suicide, than I look into my dog eyes, and the love I feel for him it’s so big that I’d never can leave him alone.
Is this depression? Or is my family right when tells me that I’m overestimating things?
Thanks for reading…