My story with MdDS began in 2013 after a cruise to Greece. Living on water… that’s how I felt. I felt like I was falling into a hole that was never ending… until I started to connect with the possibility of getting out. Between accepting what happened to me and the determination to want out, I started the journey of “coming home”.
I had a hard time getting the key in the lock.
I barely took three strides and plunged face down into the gray armchair in the living room. That would be my place for a long time and that, my position. Face down, the symptoms become milder.
I don’t know how long I was there until I felt eight eyes resting gently on my neck, accompanying me, without making a sound, in case I slept.
I sat up. There, in the living room of my house, in my gray chair, moving to the beat of the internal waves, I looked my children in the face and told them everything we talked about with the neurologist. I don’t know if you understood, but there was a diagnosis and it was not terminal.
I felt their sighs of relief. It was not terminal. Or maybe yes. I would never again be who I had been until that trip. ~from DESEMBARCO
It was six long years with horrible landsickness that led me to turn my life around 180 degrees. And when I was convinced that I could heal, it happened. I wrote a book called DESEMBARCO. If you’re having a hard time accepting what’s happening to you, Desembarco is a book that speaks of depths and also of overcoming. Maybe you will resonate with the paintings I made to illustrate what was happening to me. And may be happening to you.
I hope my book touches anyone who is at the “bottom of the sea” and can’t find their way out. You are not alone. You can do it. 😄 ~Victoria Cantarelli
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