Good morning EGR. Dr. Feltri,
I learn with great displeasure that Vittorio Sgarbi’s long silence, very talkative that has always been and interesting to listen to, is due to the depression that is invading him. I think it is treated and monitored, but as a citizen and reader of the newspaper in Sgarbi nearby, I would like to ask if it was possible to do something to help him, a petition, a advice, a word multiplied as many times how many readers wanted to spend, so that everything possible is done to save this person from a disease that starts only and only from their own head and their will. I especially appeal to her, Dr. Feltri, whom I respect a lot and that I have heard a thought in Facebook in Sgarbi. I hope he can do something to go to him also by all of us and convince him to be cured by a specialist she recommended with so much affection. A huge good luck to an amazingly popular art critic.
Thanks and cordial greetings
Roberta Bartolini
Genoa
Dear Roberta,
It is not with the petitions, the collection of signatures and not even with the advice and the goodwill that it is possible to bring out a person from the dark tunnel of depression, the disease of the new millennium who does not spare even the very young and who today rampant more than ever. Not even love, which everything can, can do something in these cases. The relatives, husbands, wives, parents, children, brothers, of an individual who suffers from this terrible evil, the dark evil, of which I myself suffered, however choosing, however, with a lucidity of making me help, confident as I am in medicine and science.
It is the patient properly made this choice, that of going towards the exit, of reacting when you do not even have the strength to get out of bed and washing. It cannot be done without drugs in these cases, that is, when the state of malaise is radical, deep, capable of limiting and making common gestures and the usual daily activities impossible. It is grieved to know that my friend Vittorio, so rich in life, of energy, talented, is devoured internally by the monster of depression, who spares no one, neither young nor old, neither wealthy nor poor, nor women or men. Beyond the use of medicines, I find it useful – and I speak from personal experience, that is, without the claim to provide a medical recipe of sure effectiveness – the company of a pet. My four -legged friends, cats, dogs, horses, donkeys, have so much soothed my inner suffering, made me smile, they made me rediscover the joy of living, of being in the world, of being alive. I find cats particularly funny and there is no day when my beloved Ciccio does not even give me laughter. Then, when in the evening he reaches me in bed and lying blessed next to me and looks at me with tenderness, I feel like a warmth in the heart, an extraordinary peace that comes from my cat. And who knows how many readers will be able to find themselves in this confidence of mine, which I deliver to you, dear Roberta, who worry about the state of health of a person who is extraneous to you but also familiar, to whom you can love while not knowing it. This is also a beautiful thing.
Those who are depressed cannot appreciate any of this. And this is precisely the most tragic aspect of this disease, which makes blind, blind in front of the small great pleasures of life, blind in front of the small great beauties, in front of the great beauty. For a man like Vittorio Sgarbi, who has always suffered beauty in such a totalizing way, like that of art in all its forms, it is atrocious condition that in which he at this moment pours. What excited him first now no longer excites him. He is indifferent to him. It doesn’t shake him. It does not move it. It does not take effect. He doesn’t give him pleasure.
But I am sure that this is only a parenthesis, that Vittorio will come out of that tunnel, since there is too much life in him so that he can deny life, he is too able to notice the beauty to stop seeing him around him. It will happen that one day he will decide to move towards that light. We cannot save anyone. And this is difficult to accept, we are not given to save, we are not given to hold back, we are not given to choose instead of the other. We can only love, wait, hope, tend to hand, believe, be there, even silently, somehow being there, while the other performs the company, while the other is saved by himself. So we did and do everyone.
I cannot fail to conclude this epistle expressing a thought that I have held too long: the health condition of Sgarbi so much
It depends on the mud and the media persecution of which he has been target in recent months. There are people holding this ruthless slaughter. And others who remain shredded inside. As happened to Vittorio.