Poco se habla de lo difícil que es intentar ser mejor cada día cuando la mente está nublada, el corazón cansado y aun así decides seguir trabajando en tí.
but on a deeper level, i don't think some people really understand what it's like to carry things you never got the chance to process. they just think time heals everything, but sometimes it doesn't. time just teaches you how to function around the pain. how to smile. how to show up. how to do what you're supposed to do. you just learn how to perform "okay" so well that people stop asking if you actually are.
Creo que lo más difícil de la vida adulta es que, sin importar tu estado de ánimo o la situación por la que estés pasando, tienes que seguir adelante. Porque la vida sigue, aunque tú no estés bien.
Maybe your journey right now isn’t about love. Maybe it’s about you. To feel safe again, to feel peace again, to feel calm again, and to remember who you are again. Maybe you were led to this moment to heal, and to be kinder to yourself. To understand what's a good fit for you and your future, and to give yourself the kind of love that you've always given to others.
I love you enough to let your life remain yours. I miss you and I won’t use my missing you as a reason to disturb your life. That space is where self agency begins & one of the most difficult lessons intimacy gives us.
I always knew my roots were mainly Central American & that my great grandfather was from Spain, but discovering my West African, Portuguese, Jewish, Irish & Arabian roots was such an unexpected part of learning where I come from 🥹