I'm starting this because I need somewhere to put all the things I can't say out loud.
My name is Simona. I'm 29 years old. I live in Rome. I teach Pilates to people who mostly don't care about the form as much as they care about looking good.
I used to not be able to say my own name without feeling like I was lying.
I used to not be able to look in mirrors because I saw someone else looking back. Someone smaller. Someone broken.
That's not the whole story but it's the baseline. It's where I start from.
I'm starting this blog because my therapist suggested it. Dr. Bernini said that putting things into words gives them shape. And maybe if I can see the shape of my pain, I can understand it better.
I don't know if that's true. But I'm going to try.
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Simona, I'm glad you're writing about this. It helps, even if it doesn't feel like it. Be kind to yourself today.
Sleep disturbance + intrusive trauma memories = your nervous system is still in crisis mode. This is treatable. Professional support matters. Reach out if you need resources.
Amore, five years or fifty, the trauma doesn't disappear on a schedule. You're stronger than you realize.
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