The Post-Paris Depression

Hi there,

If you’re stumbling upon my page for the first time, let me tell you some quick facts about myself: My name is Claudia Amendola and I absolutely adore Paris. That’s it. That’s all you need to know. Because, truly, it is my driving force through each day. What, in particular, you may ask? Well, the dream to one day pick myself up from this Western life and move on over to Paris.

I currently live in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, which, to some, might get a, “yuck,” but it’s actually a very artistic, cultural hub of Ontario and I think it’s a great city. But in comparison to Paris, it’s crap, it’s absolute crap. It’s the gum stuck to the shoe of Paris. It’s the scum between Paris’ toes. It makes me sick. (If you get the reference, kudos.)

Seven years ago is when I first visited Paris, France, and it was love at first step. Paris, now, represents even more to me than it did those seven years ago. It is undoubtedly my haven, my solace when I desire escape. Parisienne books take me away, Parisienne movies transport me, and Parisienne smells and sounds simply take the cake. But, more than that, Paris is my “transformer”.

I use the image of Paris in my trauma therapy. I’m doing a specific kind of therapy called EMDR which combines eye movements, neurological traumatic memories, and new associations, to completely transform traumatic experiences. In November of 2006, I was sexually assaulted by a “friend” of mine. This trauma, along with things called “little traumas” over the years, have made me a rather complicated and multi-leveled individual, emotionally and psychologically. My therapist uses hand motions to change the emotional and psychological (and physical) ties to trauma, 180 degrees! This begins with thinking of a “safe zone”.

My safe zone was Paris, and we began treatment by embracing all aspects of that safe zone – the sights, smells, sounds, tastes of Paris – and tying those memories to her hand movements. Those same hand movements are then done as I recall traumatic experiences, and for some reason, the pain and anxiety are erased and replaced with the solace of the safe zone.

Paris is literally saving my life.

Sitting under trees in the Jardin des Tuileries as I look through old French postcards from 1908-1926.

And so now, I just returned from a trip to Paris that was deeply personal, emotional, and crucial on my path to healing, and I’m suffering from severe ‘Post-Paris Depression”. It feels as though I have been forced out of my home. It feels as though I have been torn from the arms of my lover, unsure of when I might see them again. It feels as though I dove into an ocean of pure, beautiful bliss and then someone hooked me within their net and pulled me out to suffocate on shore. My heart is broken.

But this love is also a driving force; I want to move and make a life in Paris. I know I will be truly and completely happy if I, with my partner and with my animals, can leave this Western world and lifestyle behind and bathe in European beauty till the end of my days. I cried tears of happiness as I drove to the airport to take off to Paris. I cried tears of sorrow on the day before my departure. And as I write this, I cry tears of determination, of happiness and sadness combined, at the deep love for a city that I have inside my heart.

This page will chronicle that journey. This page will be where I share Parisian inspirations. This page will be where I share what steps bring me a little closer. This page will be for me, and will be for Paris.

This page is hope.


3 thoughts on “The Post-Paris Depression”

  1. I understand how you feel about Paris Claudia! My first trip to Paris was in 2006.

    I was 44 years old and I walked the streets of that city knowing where I was going! I felt home like never before in a city other then the one I was born in … this time around!
    I have gone back two more times since then (in 2011 and 2014) and every time, I get the same feeling that I belong there.

    I am hoping you will make your project come true, but don’t lose sight of the fact that “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence” and maybe all you really need to stay in this happy place in your heart and your head is to immerse yourself in the French culture and yet stay in Hamilton close to your loved ones.

    There is something magic about planning a trip, learning the culture by listening to music and reading books well, by learning French. I will be glad to help you with that if you want. Then maybe, you should work on a project to be a summer English teacher to French kids or adults either through as French school program or through a private French agency! This would give you the opportunity to immerse yourself in that marvelous city yet get a feel of what it is to live and work there. Visiting and living in a city are two very different things!

    Leaving for two months would open a door without closing others! Claudia, please allow me to say that your are loved by many people here, you have a great influence in the lives of the kids you teach to and as you said yourself, you live in a fun city, just be careful not to lose track of all that you have going for you in “your real life”…

    Please let me know if you want books or CDs.


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