Hi, you can call me Toshiwo.

I was born in Italy, italian mother, japanes father.

I lived tere the first 30 years of my life, then mvoved to South America.

I'm now getting closer to my 50s, although I've been told I look much younger.

Since a few months ago, I never believed that I would have needed therapy. I was someone thinking you'll have to get up and do things on your own.

Yet I always felt like something was off. One the trauma that I erased from my memory for years, I think I was 4 when it happened. And the first time that memory came afloat was like in my 20s. And only a few years ago I started feeling ok to tell my wife and some close friends.

But what changed me radically and had me go to therapy has its roots in 2024, a little over year ago at the time of writing this.

Me and my wife got to know 2 young sisters, they had lost their father, he was assassinated, and due to that and other heartbreaking things we got to know about them, we "fell in love".

Long story short, one of them came to live here, for a few months (for me was a whole life), and basically my obsession for her generated pain nad discomfort, she ran away, I almost broke my marriage and started manifesting separation anxiety.

Well, more if we'll talk directly.

Cheers.