The depression is a mood disorder , characterized by a set of cognitive symptoms, behavioral, somatic and affective that, taken together, are able to decrease in a mild to severe mood and affect the "operation" of a person, as well as its ability to adapt to social life. Depression is not, as often thought, a simple lowering of mood, but a set of symptoms that affect more or less complex also consistently the way a person thinks, thinks and portrays herself, others and the outside world.
When I entered college I thought, and thought that the choice of a private institution would have introduced the best in the world of work. I was hoping that the small number of students would allow me to establish a better relationship with the teachers and all staff of the university. In short, I felt like Pinocchio before the Toyland. Then, as in the tale, I found myself in front of a very different reality. There were boys and girls smiling ready to help as in the unlikely (with hindsight) leaflets. There were no teachers on time and available (at least not all). There were, above all, opportunities for the future. There was the help of the placement. Also because, in a faculty with a course of three years and a specialist in publishing and journalism, this (very helpful) office, has no contact with editors. I thought I would be able to get some piece of advice to be able to extricate the world of work. I thought I would attend some of the lessons' more practical. I thought to write, film, photograph. I thought.
Unfortunately, I had to change his mind. After 5 years of study. Bachelor degree and specialist in his pocket. 5 years experience in press offices, newsrooms with TV, radio, newspapers and monthly magazines. After many, too many sacrifices. After collaborations free. After closed-door in his face. After stage ended with a simple handshake. After promises never kept. After letters, emails, phone calls. After the card from a publicist. After all this I tried to move into the world of work and I found myself in front of a sad reality. Without anything. None. Zero. Only with the money (tanti!), a journalism school (to become a professional), some knowledge and a saint in heaven we can hope to enter a drawing. For now worth less than zero.
So I tried to find work anywhere, committed, bartender, back office, data entry, call center. And also this: nothing! Too many degrees, too young, too big, little experience.
And now I'm in a limbo: you call depression, post-graduate. No one talks about. No one prepares us. Nobody tells us how things are actually out there. No one teaches us this. Nobody explains it. Nobody asks how they live young Italian graduates. Nobody asks how will they pay the bills and rent. Nobody asks why so many return to the country who have left, returning home from their parents, not to weigh, to stop dreaming of a future that does not may have. Nobody asks why so many decide to leave, to go outside, abroad to try to believe in a better future.
I am one of many young Italian graduates. One voice among many. I'm not the first. I will not be the last. I am one of many who believed in the Italian university system. I am one of many who no longer believe.
Ilaria Biancacci
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