From the girl who felt too much
to the woman who heals with it
"Estaba llena de ira y no sabía que esa ira era dolor disfrazado."
That's when I first found the chakras. A thread of light in the dark. But then came the grief that almost broke me: someone I loved deeply died. He had taught me so much about beauty. Losing him left me alone in a way I'd never known.
Nearly two years in isolation. Then, slowly, I came back. I moved. I met my husband a mirror I wasn't ready for, but needed. We built a family. And my children became my greatest teachers.
Motherhood cracked me open again, mom rage, depression, my womb holding years of unspoken stress. But this time, I had tools. Cacao found me. My body found me. The ceremonies, the circles, the breath, they brought me back to an essence I had forgotten existed.
"Ya no tengo esa retahíla en mi cabeza de que algo está mal, que yo estoy mal, que todo lo que pasa está mal."
That's the woman who shows up for you. Not perfect. Not finished. But real and deeply rooted in what it means to come home to yourself.