13/12/2024
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Pubblico la traduzione della lettera che Rachel Griffin ha scritto alla sua 𝘼𝒏𝙨𝒊𝙖 e pubblicato, parecchi anni fa, su The Huffington Post americano.
𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑨𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒂,
𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒖𝒐𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊 𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐. 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖 𝒎𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒓𝒂 𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆. 𝑺𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒛𝒐𝒐 𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒊 𝒂𝒗𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒊 𝒔𝒖 𝒅𝒊 𝒎𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒆!
𝑰𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝒆̀ 𝒄𝒉𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒊 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊 𝒆 𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊 𝒅𝒊 𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂, 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂̀ 𝒑𝒊𝒖̀ 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊. 𝑴𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒊 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒊 𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒐 𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒍' 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊 𝒄𝒊𝒐̀ 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒖𝒐𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒐, 𝒐𝒗𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊 𝒅𝒂𝒊 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊
𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒊 𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐. 𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎. 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒗𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊 𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒐𝒄𝒐? 𝑪𝒐𝒔𝒂 𝒄'𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒂? 𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒐 𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐. 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆́ 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒂 𝒂𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊? 𝑴𝒊 𝒉𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒐 𝒄𝒉è 𝒍'𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒂. 𝑯𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐: "𝑻𝒊 𝒗𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆, 𝑩𝑭𝑭!" 𝑪𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆? 𝑻𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒄'𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒂, 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂!
𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒆 𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊. 𝑴𝒊 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖 𝒗𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒊 𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒊. 𝑴𝒊 𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖 𝒎𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂. 𝑶𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒐, 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒊̀ 𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂. 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊 𝑪𝒊𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆!
𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐̀. 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊, 𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒆̀, 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒂, 𝒑𝒊𝒖̀ 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆.
𝑳𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒆̀ 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒂, 𝒆 𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑽𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊̀ 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒐, 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒐, 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐. 𝑽𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐. 𝑬𝒄𝒄𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆́ 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒖̀ 𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊. 𝑬𝒄𝒄𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆́ 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒐, "𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒍'𝒂𝒗𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐, 𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆" 𝒆 "𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒐, 𝒆̀ 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒂!" 𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒐 𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔.
𝑵𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒂̀ 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒆 𝒆 𝒅𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒐. 𝑴𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒊 𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒊𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒊 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒊 𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐!
𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒆, 𝒗𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒗𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂 𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆. 𝑸𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊, "𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐! 𝑬 𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 '𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂'!" 𝑩𝒆𝒉, 𝑰𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐̀ 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂. 𝑷𝒊𝒖̀ 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒐̀ 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒆 𝒕𝒖 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒆 '𝒍𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂' 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂̀, 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆! 𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆: 𝒈-𝒆-𝒍-𝒂-𝒕-𝒐.
𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊, 𝒑𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒍𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊. 𝑼𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐 𝒍𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒖̀ 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑳𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂, 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨𝒎𝒐 𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒐, 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂̀, 𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒆 𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒆 𝒆 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊.
𝑴𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒊 𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐 𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒐' 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒆̀. 𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒄'𝒆̀ 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒛𝒐𝒐, 𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒂̀ 𝒔𝒖𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂̀ 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒊 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒊.
𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆.
𝑪𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒍𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂
E se provassi tu a scrivere alla tua 𝘼𝒏𝙨𝒊𝙖?al tuo panico o al mostro dentro di te con cui lotti ormai da tempo?
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