Estoy en el hospital y se me cayó el tanque de oxígeno y todas mis cosas, van a creer que nadie me ayudó a levantar nada del piso..... Problemas en de enfermedades invisibles. Pero aún así enfermos o no creo que la amabilidad no cuesta nada.
This never gets old. There's a great video of her talking about it being one of the greatest experiences of her life. And how perfect he was.
Queen, David Bowie and Annie Lennox live performance at 'Freddie Mercury Tribute' in Wembley - 1992
Que fácil es criticar y dar consejos desde afuera de un cuerpo enfermo. Soy #spoonie y la gran idea de "deberías hacer más ejercicio" no funciona. Les juro que lo empeora. #spoonlife
Logré bañarme con agua y jabón.... Ahorita siento cada músculo de mi cuerpo como si hubiera corrido muchísimo. Valió la pena casa cuchara usada. #spoonie#fibromialgia#vasculitis
A pesar de todo
no pienso morirme.
No mientras me quede una brizna de aire
atascada en los pulmones.
No mientras el corazón, testarudo,
siga marcando el ritmo
aunque le hayan explicado mil veces
que sería más fácil rendirse.
No pienso morirme
aunque el miedo se siente a los pies de la cama
y pronuncie mi nombre en voz baja.
Aunque el cuerpo duela,
aunque las cicatrices aprendan mi geografía
mejor que yo.
No pienso morirme
porque no he terminado de mirar el cielo
como si fuera la primera vez.
Porque aún me queda risa
guardada en los bolsillos.
Porque todavía hay abrazos
que no saben que existen.
Que la vida haga lo que tenga que hacer.
Que me desafíe.
Que me empuje contra sus paredes.
Que me canse.
Pero que no espere que me entregue.
A mí tendrá que matarme la vida,
si es que puede.
Porque yo,
mientras tanto,
voy a vivir
con los dientes apretados,
con los ojos abiertos
y con el alma en pie.
Y es que a pesar de todo
no pienso morirme.
La vida tendrá que matarme.
Noah Higón
The person you avoid the most…
The one you give the silent treatment to…
The one you run from…
The one whose name alone activates something in your nervous system…
That person is not your enemy.
They are your mirror.
And more than that , they are your medicine.
Love at its highest intelligence does not send you random experiences. It sends you precise reflections. It brings into your field the exact human being who activates the unhealed places inside of you , not to punish you, but to reveal you to yourself.
If someone triggers you deeply, that is not an accident.
If you feel the urge to withdraw, shut down, ghost, or avoid , that is data. Sacred data.
Avoidance feels like protection.
But most of the time, it is preservation of the ego.
When you give someone the silent treatment, when you emotionally run, when you refuse to face what’s being activated, you are not escaping them , you are postponing your own evolution.
Because the lesson doesn’t disappear.
The pattern doesn’t dissolve.
The nervous system imprint remains.
And life, in its divine intelligence, will send you another version of the same lesson…
Different face.
Different body.
Same emotional pattern.
Over and over.
Not because life is cruel , but because love is committed to your freedom.
The person you avoid may be showing you:
• where you abandon yourself
• where you fear vulnerability
• where your pride is stronger than your heart
• where your inner child still feels unsafe
• where you have not yet taken full emotional responsibility
That is medicine.
And if you continue to reject the medicine, you will continue to recreate the same relationship dynamics, the same communication breakdowns, the same sabotage patterns , just wearing new costumes.
This is not about tolerating abuse.
This is not about forcing connection.
This is about radical self-honesty.
The highest intelligence of love says:
“Do not run from what activates you. Study it. Feel it. Learn from it. Grow through it.”
Because on the other side of the discomfort is integration.
On the other side of the trigger is maturity.
On the other side of the mirror is your next level.
The one you avoid may not be meant to stay in your life forever.
But they were absolutely meant to awaken something in you.
And when you finally face the medicine with courage instead of avoidance…
The loop breaks.
The cycle ends.
And you stop sabotaging your own expansion.
That is divine love.
Not soft.
Not indulgent.
But liberating.
~ Jason Justice Mangan
✨🙌🏾💫
So emotional 😭💔
“You’re too small to ever have a child.”
That’s the sentence my husband left behind when he packed his bags.
I was born with dwarfism.
When doctors told us I couldn’t carry children, he decided that meant I couldn’t be a mother at all.
He walked out. I stayed. I signed the divorce papers alone in a silent apartment that still smelled like him.
For a while, I believed the silence.
Then one afternoon, I walked into a shelter.
In the corner of the room was a crib most people passed without stopping. Inside it — a one-year-old Black baby girl. Left at birth. No visitors. No one asking about her.
I picked her up.
She wrapped her tiny fingers around mine and didn’t cry.
That was it.
I signed the papers. I took Naomi home.
People stared at us.
They whispered.
They asked how I would carry her.
I carried her everywhere.
On buses.
Up staircases.
Through grocery stores and doctor’s appointments.
Through every hard year and every beautiful one.
And Naomi? She ran.
She ran faster than doubt.
Faster than the stares.
Faster than every limitation someone once placed on our family.
She grew into a track-and-field champion.
I stood in the crowd, watching her step onto podiums I never imagined we would reach.
I couldn’t bring a child into this world.
But I brought love into hers.
And somehow, I became the mother of the strongest girl in the world.