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Can I Finish My Sentences, Please? | Inner Child Healing + Soul-Up™ Regulation 💛 Activating a Protective Instinct for the Self I used to just want to finish one sentence. Just one full thought… without someone waving me off, turning their back, or sighing like I was too much. What I needed wasn’t correction. It was space. But I grew up around people who didn’t even know how to give that to themselves — let alone to me. 🧯 And when I finally spoke? They acted like my feelings were the emergency. 🛑 Lo Que Aprendí... And What It Cost In my house, silence was survival. You didn’t speak up unless it was safe — and it was rarely safe. I was told to obey, to smile, to stop crying — "before I give you something to cry about." And still, somehow, I was expected to feel whole. 🤨 Maybe I gave off a vibe that I didn’t care about myself. But truthfully, I didn’t know how to. I was a mosaic of generational m...

✨ 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...

🌚 Intimate Assumptions™ When Communication Isn’t Connection Sometimes we confuse nice talk with safety. We confuse peacekeeping with peace. Y cuando eso pasa? Our inner compass starts glitching. 🧭💫 If you’ve ever walked away from a conversation thinking, “Wait… what just happened?” — this one’s for you. 🫠 We’re not here to decode everyone else. We’re here to trust ourselves better. Because let’s be real: some people say just enough of the right thing to keep you guessing. They smile when they lie. They quote Rumi with a side of manipulation. They text “grand rising” 🌞 but ghost your feelings. 😂 Te amo? No — te manejo. 🥴🚩 It’s giving: emotionally confusing but aesthetically pleasing. Been there. Escaped that. Building boundaries now. This isn’t about hypervigilance — it’s about Sacred Self-Confrontation™ . It’s asking yourself mid-scroll, mid-situation, or mid-text thread: “Is this real — or just rehearsed...

The First NO: Mi Historia, Mi Liberación 💥 The First NO: Mi Historia, Mi Liberación This isn’t a self-help sermon. This is sacred release. A solar plexus purge. A little funny, a little raw, muy real . “I’d rather die than stay in this wretched, fake marriage.” That was the moment. La primera vez que dije NO. Not a maybe. Not a whisper. A full-body, ancestors-clapping-in-the-background, soul-quaking NO . I left. I finished school. I stopped sleeping around. I quit drinking. I let the smoke clear. I told the old patterns: no más . 🚘 NO to Margarita Brace yourself. Why would this mother—and great-grandmother—think this was okay? She tried to bust up her own car in front of her great-granddaughter—like we were filming Fast & Furious: Barrio Edition . I said NO . “Give me five minutes. I’ll get my granddaughter out of here. Then you can do whatever you like.” I grew up with this woman—smashin...

“Intimate Assumptions” & the Sacred Side of Anger “Intimate Assumptions” & the Sacred Side of Anger 🌚 “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. 🥴 I use to fear my own anger. That fire in my chest? I thought it meant I was broken. But maybe—maybe—it was my soul raising its voice. A SoulCry™ , not a meltdown. We don’t always talk about it, but some of us weren’t raised with the tools to trust that voice. Especially if we were taught to perform peace, smile through betrayal, or shrink to fit someone else's comfort zone. When You Betray Yourself Just to Be Believed There’s this moment—the one where you feel the sting of misalignment—and instead of trusting your gut, you rationalize it away. “Maybe I’m being dramatic.” “They didn’t mean it.” “It’s fine.” Pero no, mi amor. Sometime...

Back in the day, we were told: Don’t assume—because when we assume, we make an ass out of u and me! “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.” 🧠 The Chatterbox with Receipts Cappy brings mental manipulation, seductive words, and gaslighty vibes into the mix. This ain’t your typical flirty banter—these words are hungry. They’re looking for someone to act them out here on planet Earth. Action is in search of intimate assumptions… by way of lies. When we make intimate assumptions like, “They’re safe because they’re charming” or “They said they loved me that one time in a text 👀📱”—¡Cuidado! That’s how Cappy gets you. Ohhh cariño… buckle up. With Cappy, you’re sipping the cocktail of: 😈 Betrayal via sweet words + 💸 Money entanglements + 🤯 Confusion about who owes who what. Let’s break this down—with a lit...