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Wannabe novelist. Author and journalist, former fact-checker. Constantly looking for new things to obsess over. Top Writer in Mental Health, Feminism, and Life.

Or, a typical day for any typical woman.

It’s morning, but you already feel a little tired.

Do you know? Yeah, that kind of feeling.

You get out of your home and lock the door with as many key turns as you can.

Once you’re outdoor, you start walking, maybe with earphones in your ears, listening to your favorite playlist.

While walking, you pass by the supermarket to reach the metro station near your house.

There are some construction workers smoking beside the construction site right in front of the supermarket, on the edge of the sidewalk you’re walking on.

For the first time today, you start hearing…


The preface to my life was a 26-year journey of self-destruction

Trigger warning: mental illness.

I remember being six and having to touch the walls in my house three times every time I passed by them.

I remember being ten, seeing a sad movie, and experiencing for the first time a feeling of void forming inside of me like a ball of dark energy. A feeling that never got away.

I remember being eighteen, hoping the plane I was on would crash with me in it.

I remember being twenty-four, my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder by then out of control, unable to dominate the patterns of my unwanted, obsessive, invasive thoughts, starting…


Even if they want to

A few months ago I experienced an awful, self-destructive mental breakdown that resulted from twenty-six years of neglecting my severe OCD, phobias, depression, and anxiety.

As a result, in order to avoid the worst, I was forced to leave my home to escape the constant triggering that living there was causing me.

Now, I’m living with my boyfriend, staying far away from my hometown, and only keeping in contact with my parents by phone. …


And it’s not meme-material.

INTRODUCTION

For those of you lucky enough to not be familiar with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, I will leave here the definition given by Mayo Clinic:

“Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) features a pattern of unwanted thoughts and fears (obsessions) that lead you to do repetitive behaviors (compulsions). These obsessions and compulsions interfere with daily activities and cause significant distress.”

That said, the one I’m about to describe is one of the full-on OCD days that have been the norm for me in the past months, which is luckily not what my days currently look like since I physically distanced myself from what…


And how guilty I feel about that

I left my home in a night so cold that you couldn’t be outside without having your hands and feet freezing in your wool gloves and socks.

It was a freezing, dark night of January 2021, when my boyfriend and I got in a car and drove to a distant city, for me to start over as far away as possible from my mental issues triggers.

I looked at my father’s face through the window, my eyes filled with tears, not knowing when I would see him, or my home, again.

Because, when we left, we had no idea that…


A short story

Once upon a time, there was a man whose dream was to live in Antarctica.

He had spent his entire life preparing for it, and, by the time he was middle-aged, he was ready.

He had worked since he was fourteen to put apart the money he needed to buy all of the necessary equipment to live there and secure himself a place there.

Then, the day before his departure, both his parents died in a car crash.

He found himself destroyed by that loss, unable to leave, unable to do anything.

After some time, a friend was able to…


And I wasn't able to answer anything

I was walking by the street in the middle of the morning.

A familiar street, in a familiar, “safe” area of the city I live in.

I was by myself, headed to the park for a walk.

I was passing by a particularly populated crossway, in front of a mall.

Ahead of me, there was a group of young boys, walking in the opposite direction. I think they were even younger than me, as high schoolers kind of young.

I was waiting for the traffic light to turn green. When it did, I walked ahead.

I crossed the group of…

Francesca Dallaglio

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