The First NO: A Spiritual Treasure Chest™
💥 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—smashing TVs, burning money, hurling insults and food and fists.
But that day? I was 50 years old. I had momentum. I had built courage over decades.
The fear that began in infancy ended that day.
It’s been five years of zero contact—and deep peace.
😢 NO to Shawn
This NO ended my last sexual relationship—and birthed a new self.
He had groomed me for two years. I bent myself to fit into his chaos. But when I left for a 10-day Vipassana retreat, he panicked, cried, and kicked me out.
I moved into a hotel. I had no home, no money, no partner.
But I had my silence. I chose stillness over codependence. I stayed in school. I graduated top of my class.
And though I lost every material comfort, I opened something holy:
What is it? A deep inner reserve of truth, grit, and soul power. These are sacred gains that don’t show up on paper, but change your entire life path.
Why it matters:
- It restores dignity after spiritual and emotional abuse.
- It teaches discernment beyond “nice.”
- It anchors your NO as a generational YES.
This treasure chest can take years to integrate. But once it opens—you don’t shrink again.
Even Buddha gave me a nod.
💸 NO to Marcus
Another day. Another prison sentence. Another Cash App request.
I loved him—but I’m not Wells Fargo.
I said NO.
May the commissary be ever in your favor.
🍼 NO to Leon
Another baby was born. He said, “Come visit.”
Code for: I need help with this one too.
I said, “¿Para qué?”
You don’t get to erase a history of ghosting just because there’s a new baby.
I said NO.
I’ve said NO many times since—
With shaky legs.
With a full chest.
With tears, truth, and trembling hands.
I’ve said NO to jobs that reeked of spiritual thuggery.
NO to performative “niceness.”
NO to betraying myself for false safety.
And every single NO?
Was a sacred YES to me.
This story is how I grieve.
How I laugh.
How I guide.
Not because I’m perfect—
But because I’m healing.
Out loud. With soul. Con cojones.
💬 Reflective Cue
Where have you mistaken “being nice” for being safe?
✨ Call to Presence
If any of this rings true—
Be A ModelSpeak your story. Burn the scripts. Soul-Up™.
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