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If You Didn’t Know, Now You Know 💬 If You Didn’t Know, Now You Know This isn’t a summit, a course, or a TED Talk. This is just someone who had to learn the hard way… and decided not to keep it to themselves. I wasn’t born knowing how to care for myself. In fact, I was trained out of it — trained to keep the peace, smile politely, hold my bladder, and never make anyone else uncomfortable by existing too loudly. So if you feel like you’ve been faking adulthood with zero manual, welcome. You’re not broken. You’re under-parented, overexposed, and possibly still running on fumes from 1998. 🧠 Five Survival Needs They Forgot to Teach Us And no — this isn’t a checklist for how to “do better.” We don’t shame babies for not knowing calculus. So we’re not shaming grownups who never got these basics modeled. Let’s just… name it. Laugh a little. Breathe a lot. 🌬️ Breathing (Yes, Really) Turns out, *not breathing* is a trauma ...

✨ Why Are We Taught to “Love Our Enemies”? ✨ We weren’t wrong for asking. Maybe nobody ever slowed down enough to explain it to us — from a safe place. 🥣 🔍 What We Might Be Noticing Sometimes we hear words that sound kind — but feel confusing. “Love your enemy” can be one of those. It lands like a puzzle piece from a box we didn’t open. So maybe we can look at it together — gently, curiously — like kids holding a question up to the light. 1️⃣ In Spiritual Spaces 🔔 In some spaces that speak about spirit and peace, we’ve heard this idea before. It may have been meant as a way to stop cycles — the kind that spin forever when hurt meets more hurt. Maybe it was someone’s way of saying: “We don’t have to carry what they gave us.” 2️⃣ In Our Own Minds 🎧 Sometimes, we notice that staying angry takes a lot of space inside. It doesn’t always leave room to think, to breathe, or to dream. It’s not wrong to be angry. That feeling is honest. We...

🥣 Post-Combat Childhood: The Sequel Nobody Asked For 🇵🇷 Some of us didn’t come home from a war. We came home to one. 🪖🛋️ Not everyone had a chancleta thrown at them with Olympic precision, but if that rings a bell… bienvenido. This doesn’t read like a guide — more like a mirror. The kind that didn’t hang in our homes. Just a small flashlight in a hallway nobody walked down with us. This one’s for the kids who became bodyguards without signing up. 🧃🫠 Maybe papá yelled at things no one could control. 🌪️ Maybe mamá cried while stirring arroz and said, “I’m fine.” 😭🍚 Maybe everyone around us kept performing as if nothing happened — even when everything did. 🤡 We didn’t put on armor. We turned into it. 🛡️ So yeah, there’s flinching when someone slams a drawer. Guilt for saying “I’m tired,” even when the exhaustion is loud. Explaining ourselves — over and ...