My addiction started from the third season and coincided with a very special bad period of my life. I was in a time when much of what I had built was crumbling on me and I was also beginning to deal emotionally and to prepare in some way to the impending loss of my parents.
I was totally immersed in a perpetual feeling of grief which covered several areas of my life and that feeling seriously undermined my identity, or rather, the feature that for me is essential in the definition of my (any) identity: the “feeling” ability, to feel emotions, to laugh, to cry, to trust others, to relate, to let me go. The pain that I was trying to hide from those who loved me, and still love me, to avoid hurting them was putting me in danger of emotionally anesthetized myself. House at that time was an anchor, a lifeboat, a blessing, a great gift because it was a “private moment” that allowed me to return back in touch with my emotions and to express them: tears and laughters, tenderness and melancholy, questions and answers, suffering and hope, friendship and resentment, anger, love, sharing, the representation of the evil of life (that is what binds us). House has greatly contributed to my emotional rebirth and this is why “House is the most incredible series I've ever known and it’s always gonna be the most incredible series I have ever known”.
When I was a child I had a game that enchanted me (and still fascinates me): a kaleidoscope. I could stay for a long time looking at those colors that, thanks to a small movement of my hand, turned on themselves forming new figures ever. It was a magical game. House MD is proving more and more equal to akaleidoscope and I never get tired of looking for, because just through a small movement (in this case the choice of any reading key or different perspective) we’d be able to find ever new and surprising meanings.