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This blog is created by me. My name is Flavio Vaccarella, I live in Lima, and I am a writer and a father. I currently have forty four years of age. I suffer from depression a while ago and the intention of this site is to write about some issues that happened to me with the entirely goal of sharing my experiences.

It might be of great use for young people that are suffering from depression in its many variables, and perhaps they do not have other people to relate with. At the same time it might be helpful to get a better perspective of this disease for others than do not suffer from it, but have siblings, friends or love ones diagnosed with depression.

Let’s start by throwing you a picture of me. I have another site where I write about my thoughts and I barely show off my face. I do not like that all. I think I am not photogenic and it is true. I have a great deal of denial when I see a picture of me, and worst when I am on film. I do not recognize the person I see, and sometimes it scares me off. But since we are already here I will make an effort so that you have somebody to relate to, in writing and in pictures.


Regardless of depression I think I have been very lucky. I met really good people that helped me a lot, without me asking for help. It was natural, that is why I want to share my experiences and views towards this not so known illness. I think I have the duty to help others just a many people helped me with out even asking me for a payment or any kind of payed services. I hope you enjoy my views but always remember that I am not a doctor, I am just a simple human been trying to be better who happens to suffer from depression.

See you next time,


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