I exist and yet sometimes I find myself lost
- stefanocotugno
- Mar 28
- 3 min read

"Freedom has nothing to do with doing what you want, but rather with taking the path that is possible in relation to the moment we are living in"
I am still amazed at how people arrive in the therapy room apparently defenseless against life events. It seems that skills, resources, reflections forged over years of experience appear vain in the face of a truth that has always been before their eyes, existence is a continuous change, our very consciousness changes moment by moment. The dismay, fear, disorientation that often accompany people's experiences resonate within me in a mixture of tenderness and compassion.
Yet they come to the therapeutic space precisely to give themselves the opportunity to tell their vulnerability, their fragility, their contradictions, taking off for a moment those usual masks, which in everyday life seem to work, trying to open up with sincerity and honesty to a hidden self inside them. Loss, lack, feeling without a way out, the perception of emptiness to which it seems impossible to respond, are among the many motivations, deriving from often painful events, that guide the individual towards therapy, in the search for new keys of consciousness to respond differently to life. The questions we ask ourselves then become seeds and reflections that help us walk differently on the path we are traveling.
"Nothing goes away before it has taught us what we need to learn." (Buddha)
Anna has a hopeless illness, she comes to the office desperate because she feels she no longer has time to dedicate to what she loves most, her son. She is scared, devastated, angry with life, she has no partner, a single mother, she has always managed on her own. And now what can she do? She turns to me not because but because she doesn't know where else to go to vent, tell herself, scream. Thus begins a touching story, where the illness, cancer, a verdict many times that leaves no appeal, opens horizons on themes such as life, death, fear, love, letting go of control, having to say goodbye to those around us, guiding us in recognizing the difference between essential and superfluous, because the time that remains is not so infinite.
The dialogue with the emotions that Anna feels, opens to a close, true, intense confrontation, from which a journey was born that changed her idea of being alone, recovering meanings, memories, finding an order, a place for so many experiences that had remained there suspended in the chaos inside her. In finding herself laughing, crying Anna will find the strength to reconnect with important people who had apparently been erased from her existence.
"Death is not the opposite of life, but part of it" (H. Murakami).
Dialogues on different meanings, I exist, you exist
How many times has the sudden, expected, unexpected loss of a person, of a role, put our idea of life into crisis, chaotic, contradictory thoughts, where even not making it, throwing in the towel became a possibility. Yet that hard crisis can transform into a challenge that life gives us to evolve, grow, to grasp, to know aspects of another self, bringing out parts of a hidden self.
I deeply believe that every human being aspires to a sense of joy, to a fulfilling, satisfying life where the soul can express itself by playing with existence.
Stefania and Marco come to the studio with a 22-month-old child. Since the baby was born, she has felt Marco moving away from what she would have needed, presence and closeness. Marco could only be there on weekends for work and not even always. Marco did somersaults, work often took him out of town, he tried to be there with the conviction that he was never present enough. Marco treats Stefania's emotions as annoyances to be fixed, he doesn't understand them, he can't understand them and above all he can't manage them. It will be an accident that will bring them to me, the death of her sister, sudden, unexpected, a sister who had replaced the two parents who were carriers of an important difference, deafness.
The loss of consolidated rituals, built over time, the phone call, shared planning, being able to count on the presence of the other, forces a sense of lack, a perception of fragility and vulnerability.
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