In starting my therapy with the psychologist, I experienced fear. Fear of loosing the "us" that was my life with Alberto. Fear of returning to an "I" that was without a future, without hope, without a real focus.
But that's the path that I must endure to find "myself".
Or is it?
Wouldn't it be easier to just live this half a life with no other ambition but the one of living the time allotted to me in the best possible way? Is a broken half a life better than a whole non-life?
I just wonder...
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