The many contrasting voices of oneself.


  Lately, I have been questioning my existence, and I wonder what the point of life is? What is my purpose?

Is life just a rat race where we spend 80% of our time at work and the remainder we have to manage it between commuting, sleeping, eating, and spending time with the people we love? Is this the whole point of our existence?

Is it wrong to feel like this when I have the job I fought so hard to get? The position most people would want to have. I feel like here I have no purpose

I have no joy. I feel like a puppet who conforms and behaves in the way she is expected to. My life is like a song on repeat. And listening to the same lyrics over and over again is leaving me drained and lifeless.

Then fear comes in. My Fear says that the safe lane is where I should stay. My Fear states that the spotlight was not made for me, so keep myself hidden. And then I hurt and I cry because I know In my heart this isn’t true. I was built for greatness, and I was designed to inspire.

The place where I find myself today is the struggle of the old and the new. The voices of the past contrasting with the present. The violent conflict of all the parts making up ”I.” the more I understand how I got here, the harder it gets to let it all behind.

Healing through travel: Cuba

”Your soul was not created to sit in a cubicle and make money, you came here to make memories that will surpass time and space”

Esmeralda Garcia.


When I first started this blog, I really had no idea what direction my writing would take, I just knew I wanted to share my experiences and help others in their own path to emotional recovery and spirituality.  And to be honest, I doubted myself a lot, and I still do.  I want honesty to be a clear foundation between my readers and me, I am not in the search of blinded followers, my heart desires to build relationships with my readers.

The platform that I want to create is: using travel as a way to free my soul and heal the many wounds created along the way, all the way from the first breath to the present moment.  You often hear that time heals everything. Indeed this is real but add a beautiful vacation to a destination of your choosing, and there you have a match made in heaven.

Speaking of which, Time has taught me is that the healing process cannot be rushed, you truly have to sit with all your emotions as hard and challenging as they may be. It took patience and commitment, but there is no more rewarding thing than looking back and realizing how much knowledge you have attained or even how much you have healed, give yourself acknowledge your progress. Do not follow the voice of the inner critic, it will never give you the encouragement you need.


Now, back to my trip to Cuba, this adventure came with a lot of fear, doubts, and challenges, flying on a plane triggers my anxiety, and it is tough to deal with even with the amount of knowledge I have picked up over the past year. You probably wouldn’t even guess this with the amount of travel  I have done this year alone, but this as well is part of my journey, overcoming this fear every time so I can get to my next destination.

I have realized that although I live in a big city which brings a lot of incredible opportunities, my heart is set on the countryside. I love the rain, the trees, and don’t even get me started on watching the stars on a clear, beautiful night and for my blessing, Cuba offered this and more.


I think the best way for anyone to connect with themselves while being away is to disconnect from distractions and noise. I came here with the intention not to use my phone, and I have to admit it was an excellent way to remain present, not checking my phone every 5mins to check on social media updates.  In this millennial age we live, our phones have become a part of ourselves, and using it on a daily basis as the answer to everything is easy to forget how much we take for granted in the outside world.

In this beautiful country, one of the best assets I encountered were the people, the hosts at the house we stayed were so kind and genuine I honestly felt like I was visiting long time friends, this was a great sign for me to let my guard down and let them in. I never really encountered such feeling with my family but it always amazes me how strangers can make you feel so at home yet they don’t really know who you are. This restores my hope in this world becoming a better one for everyone.


We stayed about 45 mins from the capital: la Habana, and it was truly the best decision we could have made, I love the feeling of being surrounded by nature everywhere you look and the peace of observing all these beautiful animals in their natural habitat.  Another perk that we had was: the beach, about 5 mins away from the house, how wonderful to be there with all the locals and see things through their eyes. Reading so much about the Cuban “situation” you’d expect to see a lot of sadness and catastrophe but what I witnessed was nothing but pure joy and happiness. There wasn’t really one moment while being in the country where I felt unsafe or uncomfortable.


But, because nothing is ever perfect this trip did not come without any lessons not just for me but also for the rest of the group, I will share the most enlightening and powerful of our experience. We are so privileged, so damn lucky of the many opportunities we get every day, yet we are very ungrateful, and we take all this privilege for granted. I thought to myself, how lucky I am where I get to make a commitment to be a vegetarian, and although I have profound ethical and spiritual reasons to choose this when you can barely afford the basics, this becomes a sacrifice, not a choice as it is for me and many of us.


On our last day in Cuba we visited ”el Barrio” this translates to: ”the hood”.  El Barrio located a block away from one of the main streets: Calle Obispo. Just walk one block, and you will see poverty and a lot of struggle, kids running around the streets with bikes I have never seen anyone here in NY riding. Sadly enough I have seen many beautiful toys in the trash those kids would kill for. But you know what else I saw: happiness, humility, open hearts and genuine smiles.


My girlfriend asked me if we could take the kids to eat ice cream with us, I must admit she is more kindhearted than me, I thought to refuse, but her desire to make a difference genuinely inspires me, and boy was it inspiring. We took them to the same street where all the tourists walk around, I dare to assume this is not something they often do.  They were so happy, it brought me back to my own childhood, I was just like one of them, I did not have luxuries or even some basic needs, but I was so happy. Seeing them so excited and contempt makes you wonder why is it so hard for adults to be happy having it all while kids who have nothing feel on the top of the world over getting ice cream on a hot day in Habana.

I had one of the best experiences of my life, and the more I know myself, the more this brings me closer to those around me.I cannot wait to take you with me on my next adventure.


What Is Selflove?

”Love is a free expression, and it comes from the heart willingly”

For many years of my life, I had this idea in my head and this false conviction of the meaning of self-love and what it is supposed to look like, I was convinced I loved who I was. Yet I paid little attention to all the noise happening in my subconscious. I used to say out loud how much love I had for all of me, but I still did things hoping to get approval, recognition, and love. This journey of self-discovery and self Appreciation takes a lot of work, it truly requires for you to forget about what you learned in the past. It is important to start questioning the things you do out of habit, to be honest with yourself with every decision and every choice you make. People pleasing is so easy so if you want to say ”No.” then do so, if you feel obligated, then your decision might not be authentic.

We are all born free and naive, we come to this world as a blank canvas, and the people and experiences we go through as we are growing up will determine who we will be as adults. My childhood was tough. I never seemed to fit in, and the more I tried, the more rejection I experienced,  my ideas never seemed to be good, and when people needed to have a good laugh, I would be the topic of choice. All this and more pushed me to become a very different person than who I truly am. An extended version of myself in which I did not have to feel my pain. Her name is anxiety. She has been my companion for years telling my how unworthy and unlovable I am, how easy it is for people to leave and how hard it is for those to stay. I have been in recovery for over a year, releasing the lies I believed about myself and reconnecting and embracing my true essence.

Believe it or not, we have all been brainwashed one way or the other.To believe that we are not pretty enough, not smart enough, not worth it, not deserving and if you feel this way I want you to know this is not true. Anyone who does not accept you exactly as you are is not worth your time.

Every time you feel sad and unworthy  I would want you to picture yourself as a 10-year-old, think about the things this child would feel happy to hear. Would you be as hard on her as you are on yourself currently? I can almost guarantee that you would not punish a child the same way you do yourself, I can almost guarantee you would be supportive and encouraging when they felt down and defeated.

There are many lessons I have learned in this beautiful journey of self-discovery and I will share a few of them in hopes you will apply them to your own and find what you are looking for:

1- Your feelings are your truth, and you should always honor them:
I used to be the type never to express myself I was not in touch with my feelings and found myself often afraid to be shut down and disregarded, always expecting the other person to guess my feelings and validate them so I could feel they mattered and were true. Your feelings are your most genuine expression of your TrueSelf, and if you deny them, you deny your authenticity.

2- How you choose to express your feelings matters:
As important as it is for you to be true to yourself and express what you feel in your heart, the way you choose to communicate this to the other party will have a huge impact on the outcome of your conversation or discussion.Expressing yourself and speaking your truth is not about being always right or disregarding the other person’s views or their feelings.It is not about shouting or being petty about things. Authenticity comes from a grounded place and clear mind. The goal is not to win, the target is to be understood and offer the same in return.

3- You don’t  have to love anyone because you are told to do so:
I want you to think about this one very carefully. Think about anyone in your family, for example, think about someone who you may not feel is deserving of your love and your dedication. But you have this thought that because they are your ______ (father, mother, sibling, cousin, aunt, uncle, etc.), you have to love them? (hence the words ”have to”).This is something you have heard everywhere, and many times, the question here is; do you love them or are you idealizing them? Do they love you and does their behavior proves this? Do you see your truth or the truth you were told to believe?

4- Do not feel guilt over leaving people behind and taking time for yourSelf:
The journey of self-love can be lonely at times, you cannot expect to listen to your heart if you surrounded by noise and distractions. Cutting ties with people who do not resonate with you anymore is part of it. It’s like trying to have a healthy diet, and you start cutting all the foods and drinks which you very well know are not going to be good for you. Nothing ever stays the same, and you have the right to change your mind and think differently, you have the right to make choices based on your current needs, and you owe no explanations.

5- Letting go hurts at first but in the end it is rewarding:
This has been the hardest part of my experience, letting go of old patterns, thoughts, ideas, and people but also letting go of the pain inflicted by those who I so firmly held on to. Allowing mySelf to feel my pain and diving into an obscure phase that brought tears for weeks at a time. Before you can be the best version of yourself, you need to declutter the bullshit you went through that built so many walls around you.

I hope this piece inspires you to begin your journey and find the person you were meant to be since day one, you are worth the fight, and you are your only savior.

Keep fighting; you are a warrior!

Love and Light!

Healing through travel


I recently had the opportunity to travel to Cancun, it was the second time I came to this part of Mexico, but it felt very different from the first time. Nothing had changed except for my perception and willingness to only go with the flow. I used to think that for things to be enjoyable, they had to come out exactly as planned, it all had to work out correctly, or I would catalog it as a failure. What I have come to find out is that if I see magic in the world, my experience will always be magical too.

In this trip, accompanied by my partner, her best friend, and her son.We were supposed to travel to Cartagena and Medellin. I was genuinely excited to experience Colombian culture the food  and the warmth of the people there. We were not able to board the flight since it was booked and after some time we agreed just to book the next flight to Cancun, How freeing it is not to get caught in the why, and the could have been and simply follow the trajectory of this unknown journey. Once we arrived our bags never made it out of the aircraft due to technical issues with the compartment where they were kept, we were offered to have our bags delivered on the same night or the next day, it may have seemed that we were being tested or at least I felt as if the universe was giving me a good lesson about patience and gratitude, things were not coming out as planned but at the end of the day I was no longer in Cold New York. So we went to the hotel and started our vacation, I noticed how easy it is to get caught up in the illusion of social media, of wanting to post every minute of our vacation for people to see what we were doing and the views we were enjoying. I tried my best to disconnect and simply remain present, to look at the horizon and enjoy the breeze and the beautiful sunshine that I was lucky enough to experience. The morning after I had an excellent opportunity to meditate on the beach and hear the beautiful sounds of the waves while the sunlight bathed my face with bright solar plexus light. In my last Therapy session I was asked to try to see things with clarity and love, clarity to see the love I had around me without getting  caught up in the past and the disappointment I experienced in the past, I saw how much I held on and how badly I refuse the love around me unintentionally simply because letting down my guard seems like such a compromise, Resisting the need to plan every detail of any event to prevent unexpected outcomes. I allowed myself to be seen and to be loved and just to be.

One of the nights we stayed in the hotel room quietly talking, i had a chance to see vulnerable parts of my companions, their pain and regrets and soft spots you could never even guess, seeing myself in their stories and knowing that their pain is also mine as I have been there but more importantly  learning that sharing secrets with those who we love only brings us closer, it makes us feel less alone and allows us to see different perspectives and opinions and see that life is not a one way street with manual and batteries. I felt healing by listening, by being present and enjoying their company, and this is the job I want to have in the lifetime.

We went to Market 28; there you can enjoy some homemade real Mexican food, we had tacos, tostadas,mexican corn on the Cobb and mexican Coca-Cola(the best). We walked around the different stands with souvenirs and artisan made items. I think the one thing I enjoyed the most about this kind of trip is connecting with the people, seeing the very young kids selling bracelets in the street for a dollar makes me think about how easy life we sometimes have and don’t even realize it. We met this particular young man named Joshua, he spoke English and was very conversational with us, he works with this Dad in the market and as many others in there, this is the life he knows. All this brings humbleness to my heart.

I look forward to the opportunity to experience more people like him and more places like Cancun, to enjoy the real treasures of life and not to get caught up in the fast lane pace of life we are so accustomed in NYC.

I want to see and hang with the locals, to eat where they eat and walk around the streets where no tourist walks around. This is where heartfelt memories come from and where my heart feels more at home.




Relief your suffering

There are some things we need to accept to live happier lives.

Life is not supposed to be easy or fair and just because we think ourselves to be good doesn’t mean unfortunate things won’t happen to us.

We need to see life as a rainbow and not black and white cause if it were the case; our coping mechanisms would have worked already.

We need to learn to move on from toxicity but also learn what that means.

We grow up and form these ideas in our heads without questioning if they are accurate or not but yet, expect our world to fit into those premeditated notions of what our lives will look like and become self-destructive when we don’t get what we think we are entitled to.

We have to accept that the more we expect, the more we will receive and the less we worry, the more we will enjoy.

All it takes is for us to become detectives of our minds and question it all.

Your beliefs, your likes, and dislikes and your personality because who you “are.”

May not even close to your real Self.

The Compassionate side of NPD

” There is both light and darkness within ourselves ”


I have not posted in a very long time, and this because in order to share my story with you I would need to first learn it. Healing has no deadlines or time frames. Healing happens every day, and I have a feeling this process will never stop for me.

So what I am trying to share with you today is what it is like to live with Narcissistic personality disorder and what it feels like to be on the other side. I know there is a lot of fear and stigma about the word narcissist and the behavior expected on someone labeled as such. But I want everyone to know that just like most things there are several degrees to this diagnosis and there is also a human side to this illness and not always is there a monster behind it.

So why do we fear narcissists? Is it because we often picture the extreme? Do we imagine a psycho-killer with ill intentions? To be fair those of course they exist but how about those who suffer from the mild symptoms? How about our family systems that have a narcissistic design? Our job structures, family dynamics our government design?

Narcissism is more of a part of our everyday lives than we dare to admit or even explore. For me, it has taken time to accept my diagnosis because I have been afraid that by accepting that I suffer from this disorder then it also means accepting that I have a permanent stain of badness that will never go away. Accepting this to me meant permanence and annihilation of any hope to ever be enough and in a way to attain perfection.

If you ever encounter someone who suffers from NPD, keep in mind that they are suffering inside. The world they grew up was cruel and often evil. No one is born cold and numb inside. We as children come to this world with an open heart and needs that when not met turn into deep wounds. This world we live in is lonely and sad. Pride is always a facade to cover the deep feeling of unworthiness and the fear of rejection.

Recovery has been a  blessing to me. The more I connect with myself, the more I recognize that we as humans share a lot of similar wounds, so we are after all not so different from each other. Compassion is not only good for ourselves but also to keep in mind that there is a piece of us in everyone else.



Conversations with my inner critic


I never realized as a child, but I suffered from a lot of anxiety from an early age. My survival was at the center of my existence and truthfully now that I am on the other side it is tough to shut off my defenses and enjoy my life as it is. Sometimes it feels as if parts of me still search and create threats to defend myself from.
Lately, I have become more aware of the protector parts of me, one of them being the inner critic.
This part comes around basically anytime that I am confronted with any sort of challenge whether small or life-changing, she will be there to encourage me, it just happens that her dialogue breaks me down to pieces and it’s hard to enjoy my existence.
I guess now more than ever I understand her purpose in my journey, the things she learned from our childhood and now the things I can teach her as an adult.
Through therapy, I have learned to see these “negative” parts of myself as very wounded yet loving parts within me that merely want the same things I do, although their intentions are pure, their execution turns out very painful.
Recently, I set a goal to learn how to drive, I have wanted this for a very long time, some of you might have heard me say it before, but I have wanted a jeep wrangler since the barbie jeep came out (yep, I am that old). I remember imagining myself driving it all over my yard! I would think about it every day.
Any time I am in front of the wheel this critical part comes out, she is violent in her speech and very disturbing in her insistence of trying to get me to get off the car and not even attempt. She tells me that I will fail, and although I succeed every time, it is still not enough for her.
Through her eyes I have always been ready for the worst outcome and have always been afraid of trying new things.
Through her thought process, I have been afraid to speak my mind and act upon my true desires cause she feels I have all to lose always.
She has been through the worse parts of my life as a child, and she knows first hand how much someone can hurt.
Today I have nothing but love and support for her recovery and introduction to this new world that I am a part of.
Today I want to honor everything she sacrificed to get me through this hell of a war my life had been.
Only if she could see how much love I have now. As this day approaches and her transformation becomes unavoidable, I will keep loving her and patiently be waiting.

Cheers to the warrior inside of me that today I get to call a Survivor and cheers to you too wherever you find yourself in your journey, it is still worth celebrating.

Dear Brother, Dear Sister

I would have given my life away for you. You were everything I dreamed of and everything you never were. I am not here to recriminate, not today but I do wonder how come you never loved me then.

I wonder what burdens your hearts carry and how come I never heard you speak of them. My memories of you seem distant maybe like the distance between us. Maybe today we barely speak or even speak at all but I do think about you both.

Brother, I remember the day you built that little house for me, it really meant a lot. You were always so crafty and always so smart. Just a boy with a lot to learn and little love in your life. But then you both decided to leave in the middle of the night, I always wondered if it was my fault at all? 

If I was the Chichi of the house how come I barely felt love from you, I battle the protectors inside me to admit that all I ever wanted was a loving family. I wonder do I remember correctly? Do I remember at all? Every part of me would like to tell a different story more days than not I fight to disconnect from myself not to feel the horrors I saw.

In this journey I am, I have left so much out, battling delusions and trying to protect your image. Maybe trying to protect myself from letting you both know how much I hurt. I trusted you both, I followed your steps like any little sister would. I wanted to be just like you the super heroes in my story but it turned out you were more like villains and I was a secondary character. So I just wonder why? If without explanations I was thrown on the sidelines.

I was the puppy that followed you around and you used for convenience, it is painful to know I had to protect from you. So almighty and untouchable, so powerful and out of reach.

This is a day of reckoning not so much for you but for me. I cannot protect your image from the pain I feel. You were executioners and I was the victim. 

You are the reason why I barely understand sibling dynamics. Loving families scare me to death and the sound of support sometimes drives me away.

Writing you this letter makes me want to cry but I try not to. You hurt me so much that I sometimes hate the idea of letting myself know you did have that reach. The trust that I put in you both and the sound of it breaking as the years passed.

I don’t trust myself enough and I keep a little critic in me that sounds just like you mocking my every action every day.

Dear Brother, Dear Sister… I am the creator of my story. 

Dear Brother, Dear Sister…. This is not about you anymore. 

Dear Brother, Dear Sister…

For once, I cannot think only about you.

Cutting ties!

”Challenge the thoughts in your mind as they are not your reality.”



I have been MIA from the world I grew up with for over two years now. It feels like the only with isolation I could listen to the loud voices in my head. Only with time and patience, I started hearing and understanding what they needed, what they still need. I have been avoiding toxic environments, I consider myself to be in recovery, and I cannot allow myself to be around people and places that will make my anxieties worse.

It has been over 2 years since I last spoke to my brother, almost 2 years since I last talked to my dad and I do not recall the last time I have been around my family. I have hesitated opening up about my family in detail cause there are still parts of me attached to them. I still struggle to fully embrace my feelings, and with honesty, I can say I still care about their opinion, so this is why I have distanced. I have been building my strength day by day so I can gain a little bit more of me for me. Writing about my family puts me back on the outsider arena, right in the middle of the river going against the flow. I can almost imagine them reading this and accusing me of being a bad daughter, a terrible sister and probably an unwelcomed member of their club. But here is the thing, I was never a part of it, I was often the source of their enjoyment and the target of their attacks. I was in the middle of the tornado every day of my life. They are the reason why I cannot trust and the reason why my body clenches at the approach of people. I was on a battlefield my whole life, and I was never at peace.

I sacrificed so much that I became spent and tired so these days I have had to be a little bit more selfish and it makes me sad that those who never hurt me in any way are the ones receiving the bitter parts of me. It is overwhelming feeling so untrusting and paranoid all the time. It hurts knowing that I have love around, but I am hesitant to accept it. So here is my message for those whom the shoe fits: Fuck you. I do not want to be a part of you and your family anymore. I do not seek your approval nor do I need it. I relinquish my attachment to you and everything you represent. I accept every part of me without judgment, and I bow to honor my pure heart every day until I die. Once again, Fuck you and everything you are. Haha. Some things cannot be said with grace. It is okay they deserve it!!!

Here is my message for you today: Be happy, enjoy life and love the parts of you that make you feel unlovable cause they are the answer. Be brave enough to choose you and put yourself first.  Be brave enough to tell those who matter how you feel and when you are ready, let go of everything that does not match who you are now and who you look forward to becoming in the future.

The struggle has the answers!


”Being lonely is easy because being lonely is hard.”

I haven’t written in a while, why? Cause my life is full of excuses and insecurities. One of them is what people think of is who or what I am. I do not remember the last time I did not feel like this and although I want to live in a no fuck given kind of world. This is not as easy as said and done. I feel like I have a lot to share and a lot to teach, as well as a lot to learn and experience.  I think its time for me to move on from this victim and powerless mindset. I owe it to myself, I owe it to me, to be my own savior.

For the longest I have expected so much from the people around me, according to my therapist I have the emotional age of a young adult, I keep this on my mind all the time as I am afraid to repeat the same mistakes I committed in the past. I am constantly afraid to drive people away, I think about my last relationship. the amount of pressure I put on one individual to give, always give. never thinking or even knowing that all those things I expected from her I could and needed to give myself. So when the giving did not meet what I wanted, I left. I moved on and went to find the next source of love and protection. someone else to latch on and put my burdens on top of.

this burdens that were never met by my parents, see? this is the part I missed all along. the part I never knew. I have a void inside, it’s wide and deep like a vortex. I tried to fill it with people and things to own, or even places to go to but it has never worked. This vortex spins in all directions and today It is wrecking me inside, cause I am not giving it what it wants, I am giving it what it needs.

This process is painful for me because people pleasing is always a top concern, this idea that the more I give then, the more I get, the more I please then, the more valuable I become to others. And for a long time I have avoided talking about it cause the world I have lived in and grown up in does not tolerate this kind of honesty.

Forgetting the past and embracing the present does not come easy, I want to wear my insecurities as a badge of honor. Give to the little parts of me what was never given, Give to my hurt little girl inside what she never thought could come from the inside.

I know love is the cure, but I am so used to self-hating that this cycle is one hard one to break.


Remeniscing & Trusting.



I have been looking to define myself for years, trying to create the perfect formula that would make up an acceptable version of me. My decisions have been shaped by the thought of what people would say or would think of my choices and the fear of their judgment and opinions. So I have been creating all these definitions of me in hopes to gain acceptance and prevent rejection. And what this has left me is a lot of anxiety and fear, a lot of unhappiness inside.

Cause although I have been fooling everyone, I have been not fooling myself and if I am not happy inside then what’s the point? Choosing not to be genuine just to gain love but in the end who they really love is not me but my projections and the character behind it. They love the mask I have put on every day.

I find it difficult to be real in this world cause it seems like since we are all wearing masks, we don’t really know who is there for you and who is just acting the way they are supposed to. I often see people around me acting their happiest then 5 minutes later telling me how miserable they feel.

I often feel like I need permission to express my feelings like I need some sort of green card to allow myself to be sad as if it were wrong to be angry and like a  smile is all I need to show to the world. I feel like I have a long list of limiting beliefs I have picked up along the way and now it’s time for me to dump them. The question is how?

I did all this work over the years so I could fit in so I could be a part of something. All so I could belong somewhere, but I never have, never did and probably never will.

So here I am today reminiscing about the main needs my life has been lead by, validation, acceptance, understanding, love, and support. But in the world I grew up in I could not have any of those unless I changed and morphed, I could not have acceptance unless I confirmed with the system and that is what I am today: the costume and the mask I have worn for so long.

Transformation is right around the corner, I hear the bells and the birds and as I am leaving behind these toxic habits and all these things I am used to defining as. I am also leaving behind the person I have spent 29 years but barely know: “Myself.”

8 is great!

The number 8 has a lot of meaning for me, not only does it feel like it is a sign from the universe, it also reminds me of the infinite sign.

Symbolizing unity and perfection in the most divine none earthly way.

8 years ago my journey started, my anxiety broke loose and for years I desperately wanted to find quick fixes and short answers. I would pray at night and cry in hiding or even worse, I would push down and ignored my emotions only to bring myself to a state of emotional explosion.

Every second of my existence I would spend it wishing I could be the person I was before my anxiety disorder broke out like a wild animal in the jungle.

I remembered how I used to feel or not feel rather and how much I missed feeling like “me”.

Now, where I find myself today is being grateful because thanks to that struggle I have been finding myself. Not the character created over the years but the Person I was born to be.

My signature and my essence, my pure full expression unfiltered.

8 years of suffering that have only been healed by understanding.

I often talked about the answers being on the inside and boy! They are!

But you have to search for those answers and you must not be afraid to look.

I created a narrative and a story, one that would be easier to look back and easier to talk about.

My story was highly scripted but incredibly manageable. What a delusion!

And so I lived for years, and I know that many of you live in the same kind of reality. Running from the truth and searching for answers in external sources.

The anxiety, the depression, the insecurity and self doubt. They all has an explanation and reason to be. They need not just happened and you are not broken.

Take this from me: The broken girl who realized the only thing shattered in her was the mask she often wore to hide from her trueSelf.

Allowing Life to Flow


” The answers hide in places where you never thought to look”

I haven’t written in quite some time, and as always there is a reason, LIFE! I  often get caught up with ”working”. Whether it is working on my actual job or trying to heal myself ahead of my time, it seems like in my mind there is something to do or somewhere to get to.  These days I am more aware of my controlling and compulsive tendencies, but it does not mean I don’t get wrapped around this very enticing cycle.

So much has happened recently, holidays, birthdays, and many challenges, but today I want to share a critical take away from these past months.  There is a specific therapy session that comes to mind,  my therapist used the analogy of having an infection to refer to the trauma I struggle with, I asked how I can cure it, and she said: the self-loving parts inside would be the ones to wrap me around with love and help me heal. It took me some time to truly understand what this means and allow it to happen but today I felt it. I have been performing a job, my whole life. This job was designed to protect me, it made me self-sufficient and independent. it made me determined and hardworking but it also disconnected me from my emotions, it made me detached from the people I loved.

When you are in this kind of mindset it is very hard to allow help, you feel like things can only get done when you are in charge. You don’t really trust anyone and you live life in a loop: wake up-work-sleep-repeat. I am tired of living life like this, especially now cause I can clearly see how beautiful my life has been the past few years, the universe has repaid me in so many ways, and my blessings are boundless. It seems like there is all to win and nothing to lose but the job of the ego lies in remembering and holding on so things never repeat.

There is no perfect equation to heal, and there is no perfect timing either. Although hard at times letting go is the only way to move on, being in the present and living life while allowing the answers to come when its due. I have avoided life for years waiting for the day I’d be entirely ”fixed” to start living, but only when I started taking steps out of this protective shell, only then, things started actually changing and transforming positively.

Day by day I am allowing love to heal me as it is the only way, love that comes from my higher self-energy and love that comes from external sources. Wherever you are today my advice to you would be: Those who hurt you in the past are not a reflection of what you deserve but a demonstration of what they lack. Allow yourself to heal and love, because you are worthy, even when you don’t believe it.

As always cheers to you and your journey, wherever you are today.