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✨ I Wasn’t Supposed to Copy. I Was Supposed to Collaborate.™ 🪞💬🧃✨🇵🇷🌙🪘🥭🪇🪔🌽🧿💃🏽 I wish someone would’ve whispered it to me as a kid: You’re not here to copy. You’re here to collaborate.™ But how could they? Collaboration wasn’t encouraged where I came from — it was punished. With humiliation, silent treatments, beatings, confusion, and spiritual shut-downs. 🕯️ So I didn’t grow up learning how to co-create with life. I learned how to stay safe. I mirrored others. I copied. Even when it felt wrong. Even when it made my insides twist. 🥭 And that still shows up. Even now, collaboration feels tricky. I don’t want to do it someone else’s way. I don’t want to lose myself. So sometimes, I keep to myself. Not because I’m cold — but because connection has felt like pressure. Pressure to be like them. Y no gracias . That’s why this blog matters to me. It’s not just a space — it’s a refusal. A refusal to keep mir...

🧬 We Were Raised By Nick, Diana & Nes—But We’re Not Staying There™ Some of us were raised by Nick . ✨ The one who believed performance would protect him. 💼 Who clocked in emotionally like it was his job, until he vanished inside of it. Some of us were raised by Diana . 👑 Who smiled through shame and called it strength. 📿 Who prayed out loud but punished in silence. And then there’s Nes . 👹 The phantom that whispers: “You owe me.” 🗡️ The twisted teacher who calls revenge fair . 🩸 He doesn’t destroy outright—he destabilizes. Turns our values upside down. Confuses control for justice. And calls it wisdom. We were just trying to survive them. 🍼 Dancing between their needs, their moods, their silence. 🧢 Learning to read a room like our life depended on it—because it did. We learned: If we stayed invisible, we’d be safe. If we worked hard enough, we’d be loved. If we waited long enough, someone holy would come rescue us. 😣 But ...

🧿 Intimate Assumptions™ Some “I Love Yous” are really just quiet control. Some silence? Just fear with good manners. 🤐 We weren’t just raised—we were programmed. Taught to be polite. Not powerful. Useful. Not honest. Even when the vibe felt off... Smile. Sit still. Be nice. 😬 So we learned: 🕶️ Smiles can lie. 🧃 Sweet words can distract. 🙏🏽 “For your own good” can mean “shut up and behave.” And the worst part? We thought it was love. 💔 Some of us became peacekeepers. Pretend-laughers. Charmers with anxiety. 👋🏽 ¡Hola trauma response! Pero ahora... ahora we’re catching on. 🇵🇷💡 We don’t want fake calm. We want the kind of peace that doesn’t feel like walking on cáscaras de huevo . 🥚🚫 💥 We’re done confusing: — Nice with Safe 😇 — Smart with Kind 🧠 — Charisma with Commitment 🧲 — Silence with Growth 💤 We’ve been linguistically played before. 😒 By poets, pastors, playas—even your tía que ora por ti but goss...

✨ I Left Because My Spirit Said No ✨ 🗣️ Mi dignidad no está en venta. I was working at a school. Teaching. Helping future professionals get licensed and find their rhythm. Real supportive, real intentional. The kind of “doing the most” that comes from love... and maybe a little trauma response. But behind my back? Whispers. Side-eyes. Conversations I wasn’t invited to—but was definitely starring in. 🎭 Team members. Students. Some folks I had just helped that morning. So I did what any recovering people-pleaser trying to practice nervous system safety would do: I named it. I said: “This is gossip. This is harmful.” Brought in someone else to back it up too—because receipts are spiritual these days. A few days later, I stood in that same space, and I told the truth. No drama. Just tears. “I’m leaving. I know something’s been happening behind closed doors. And I value myself enough not to stay where my intention to uplift is being misunderstood or misused.” P...

Intimate Assumptions™ “Intimate Assumptions™” sound like the language of false closeness — the lies spoken like truths, the silence mistaken for peace, and the value of your voice constantly measured against what you should be to others. Welcome to the House of Riddles y Mentiras. 🤥 This is where I grew up — 🏠 + 🤥 + 🌋 = 💥 This was never really a home or a haven — just a house, and a haunted riddle, where truth went missing and lies dressed up like tíos, tías, and abuelos. Really, we’re related to all the Puerto Ricans. 🇵🇷 Um, yes but no. Big-time setup for Intimate Assumptions™ of the worst kind. “Familiar = sameness.” What a joke. It means some more of the same childhood connections. Bad news. I didn’t even think to speak my truth — I was taught that survival meant being useful, quiet, 🤐 busy, invisible, 🫥 and handling adult responsibilities I had no business or skills to carry out. I was a kid, yo. Why did they keep having babies? Y’all ain’t raisin...

💌 Guilt-Trick Delivery, Express Shipping™ Emotional Outsourcing & Inner Peace Theft Guilt-trick Delivery™ You know the type: they don’t yell, they don’t curse—they just drop the guilt in your lap and call it love. 🍽️💣 It sounds like: • “I guess I care more than you do…” • “I’m only saying this because I care…” • “Wow. I would never do that to you.” Suddenly, you’re defending yourself, over-explaining, or shrinking to make things smooth again. Let’s be real: That’s not concern. That’s emotional pressure in a glittery outfit. 😬 And for those of us raised in chaos, guilt became the quieter grenade. You learned to read the room better than you read yourself. It’s not just manipulation. Sometimes it’s survival. But cariño… just because it’s familiar, doesn’t mean it’s truth. That’s Not Shame—Just Shadow™ work. 📦 Express Shipping™ Ever been vibing just fine until someone starts venting—and five minutes later, you’re spinning out, making phone calls, canceling...