A New Mirror

Emotional Layers: Inner Child, Teen, Young Adult 🧸 Inner Child – Tender & Curious What does this mean for us? Sometimes when something hurts—deep in our bones or just beneath the skin—we move too quickly. We skip the part where we say “ouch.” We try to be brave, try to be efficient. We jump into thoughts—maybe it happened for a reason, maybe we caused it, maybe we should fix it before anyone notices. But beneath the spinning thoughts, there's often a soft voice inside whispering: That hurt. I didn’t like that. And it’s okay to feel sad about it. The world doesn’t always make room for that kind of honesty. It moves rápido . It demands that we keep up—smiling, producing, improving. There’s rarely space to cry, to pause, to sentir . We’re offered affirmations that feel disconnected, advice that sounds automated, and applause only when we’re shining. Saying “ouch” starts to feel like a luxury we can’t afford. And still— tal vez —we can find an...

What’s Working Beautifully 🧿 What’s Working Beautifully Tone Grounded. Confident. Emotionally intelligent. It’s clear who you are, and you’re not performing for approval. You’ve stopped selling yourself out — because you’re grown now. Yes, you come from dysfunction, like most of us. PEMS&F — physical, emotional, mental, spiritual, and financial. But you’ve done the work. And now? They don’t want you. Because you’ve learned to say no . Clarity of Offer When you explain what you do — it’s clean, strong, undeniable. You have a why , you have a how . And now that you have sanity, the insane companies don’t want you. And if they hire you, they can’t keep you. Because you’re not willing to twist yourself into a shape you’ve outgrown. Bilingual Flow Both the English and Spanish bios carry their own weight. Poetic, but sharp — not fluffy. You move fluently between both worlds, and you can smell the bullshit from a mile away. And yes, they feel tha...

🔍 How Real Are These Statements to You? If you’ve been living on autopilot, these might hit harder than expected. I wrote them because they’re all true — for me. 🧍‍♂️ Freeze in Meetings — I froze in life → autoridad Anxiety around people in power, especially when there’s a history of punishment or gaslighting. Oops, forgot my spine. 🙃 Say Yes Too Fast — As a kid, I fawned as Margarita beat me → aprobación People-pleasing, fawning, and chronic over-explaining when “No” would’ve been fine. Now I hate Tuesday. 🧨 Call Chaos 'Normal' — Still addicted to excitement → desequilibrio Normalizing toxicity or addiction because it feels familiar. Looks fine to me! 🪦 Feel Powerless, Often — I didn’t know the difference between powerless and helpless → víctima Feeling emotionally stuck or like life is happening *to* you. Send snacks. I’m trapped. 🧺 Do Too Much — I’ll do it — and then hate myself later → responsabilidad Taking on everyone’s emotional ...

🥣 I’m Not Lost — I’m Rising Solía pensar que algo andaba mal conmigo por ser tan… sensible . 🧿 [I used to think something was wrong with me for being so... sensitive.] So sponge-like. So overwhelmed by cosas other people seemed to breeze past. 🌪️💦 (Lookin’ at you, unfazed tax filers and people who can just “have one chip.”) But I wasn’t broken. 🐟 I was a Pisces Rising ♓️ and I was surviving in a house — in a mundo — that didn’t know what to do with someone like me. 🫥 No one handed me a manual for this level of emotional permeability. No one explained that when you grow up with religious guilt, financial fear, or family rage disguised as “calm,” your nervous system isn’t just delicate — it’s on call 24/7. ☎️😵‍💫 Yo no sabía cómo tomar decisiones sin preguntarle a tres personas. I didn’t know how to say “no” without guilt flooding my pecho . 💔 I didn’t know how to feel something and trust it without apology. 😶‍🌫️ Even now, I sometimes forget: ...

🌀 Spiritual Chiropractic™ 🦴 vs. Shadow Work 🗣️ I used to think something was wrong with me. That I needed fixing. That healing meant smiling more, crying less, and learning how to “calm down” — whatever that meant. 🥣 In my house, calm was a setup. A word tossed into the air right before something exploded. Like we were all supposed to pretend it meant peace, even as the room grew tighter and the silence got loud. I learned to stay alert. To anticipate. To shapeshift. The nervous system doesn’t forget that. So when I started shadow work — or what I now call spiritual chiropractic — I wasn’t trying to transcend anything. I just wanted to stop feeling like a haunted maraca. 🪇 I wanted to rest. But I didn’t know how. 🛌 I wanted to be held, but I wasn’t sure if I deserved it. I wanted to be calm without it meaning collapse, or control, or walking on cáscaras de huevo. 🥚 💥 When the Body Tells the Truth No one warned me healing might smell like...

🔮 We Bought a $300 Amethyst Ball Because We Were Desperate. Some dude named Marc sold it to us. They call these people 13 steppers. THUGS. 🧨 He sniffed out our desperation like a mosquito finds skin at sunset. 🦟 Said it would “anchor divine feminine energy” and help us “open our heart field.” At that point we didn’t even know what a heart field was. 🌀 But we said sí , handed him three hundred dólares , and cradled that shiny rock like it was going to mother us. 😭 And honestly? We’re not even mad. Because that was real. That’s where we were . We weren’t trying to be bougie or mystical — we were just trying to stop crying in public, okay? 😭 We were trying to fix ourselves. Heal ourselves. Save ourselves. Except we didn’t trust ourselves yet. Not fully. So we trusted Marc. And the amethyst. And every type of sage known to humans. ⚠️ Y’all, we saged our closets. Our cars. Our calzones . 💨🕯️ We thought if we bur...

💥 When “Sacred Speak” Feels Like a Setup — Why Real Ones Don’t Whisper 💨 See Where the Spiritual Odor Started   💥 When “Faux Words” Feels Like a Setup Why Whisper-Talking Didn't Work for me Let me be real. The first time I entered one of those “conscious communication” circles, where everyone’s speaking softly with their hands on their hearts like they’re on day 14 of a lavender cleanse 🌱 — I looked around and thought: “¿Qué carajo is this?” 🏫 It didn’t feel deep. It felt like spiritual customer service. And baby, I grew up with fists slamming tables and silence that felt like muerte — this wasn’t safety, this was papel maché healing. 🎭 When People Sound Peaceful but Feel Controlling One time I got hired by a couple who claimed they use “a conscious system” to talk about everything. I was like, cute , felicidades. Until the wife (masking control with calmness) started asking me how long I needed for water breaks, how fast I could ...

🦨 Spiritual Odor Is Real™ Not everyone can smell it. But when you know (nose), you know (nose). 🫢😵‍💫👃🏽✨ I come from a family of olfactory intuitives . Three generations deep — that I know of. Me. My son. My grandma, Doña Fela. None of us went pro, but the gift is real. 🎁💀 “¿Y ese funk?” We didn't call it that, but that's what we were sensing. That thick, sticky funk that doesn’t show up on paper. Not in résumés, diplomas, or designer clothes. But ohhh, it walks into the room before someone says a word. It's not B.O. It's S.O. Spiritual Odor™ . My son — yes, the one currently incarcerated — can walk into a cell (his or someone else’s) and sniff out the real danger. Not the tattoos. Not the crime record. The vibe. “ Yo… what IS that funk? ” he’ll say. 😷🌀 Same thing happened to me, for years. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night, d...

🌎 Emoji Glossary Block™ 🥣 — cuenco : ancestral hunger, emotional sustenance, spiritual depth. 🇵🇷 — raíz : Puerto Rican identity, cultural grounding, pride & ancestry. 🧼 — limpieza : expungement illusions, trying to "wipe the slate" without soul work. 👻 — fantasma : pretend healing, haunting past, emotional costumes post-trauma. 🧌 — espeluznante : creepy behaviors that lurk in the shadows. Watch the vibes. 😬 — incómodo : awkward truth. Can’t unsee it. We feel the cringe. 💀 — peligro : spiritual danger zone, avoidance, denial, soul erosion. 🪇 — ritmo : Feel the Rhythm from Within™ — Caribbean flow, somatic truth. 🥥 — coco : coconut truth, protective outside, sweet within. Tough love. 🥭 — mango : mango moment, ripe healing, emotional juiciness. 🧠✨ — inteligencia : EQ moment — emotional intelligence meets sparkle. 😆 — humor : laugh a little while you heal a lot. 🦨 — zorrillo : skunk alert — foul energ...

🧼 When Expungement Is Misunderstood Some folks think expungement is a magic eraser. One minute: culpable , the next: reborn. Clean slate. No más problema . 🧽🪞Bye-bye record, hello “new me.” But I’ve met the Expunged. I’ve seen them slither. 🐍 And I say this with 🥣 and clarity: That paper may be clean… but the spirit? The comportamiento? 😬 Not so much. I’m not here to be la jueza 👩🏽‍⚖️. I’ve never been expunged on paper. But in my emotional, mental, and financial life? Sí . I’ve had to start over so many times it’s dizzying. I grew up in a house where people took what they wanted. Grownups robaban like it was tradition. Some called it survival. Some just stayed silent. But I call it what it was: generational grand theft 🎭. Even after I stopped stealing things, I had to expunge the urge to control, to ghost people when I was scared, to call disconnection “boundaries.” To hoard love and ...

What Is Your EQ?™ Do You Even Know What EQ Is?™ I didn’t know. Emotional? Emotional to me meant: be careful . They’re coming for you if they catch you feeling anything. Don’t express. Just be still. ¡O te va a ir mal! You know what comes. 💀 So many of us think we’ve got high EQ just because we don’t yell in public or because we know how to say “I’m fine” without blinking. 👀 Pero... that’s not emotional intelligence. That’s performance. 🎭 I used to think I was highly evolved in EQ. I wasn’t. 🎤 Hold up— I was trained to perform emotions, not feel them. Now I’m like: “Ahh… yup. That’s the ticket.” 😅 😳 What EQ Is NOT: Being “nice” all the time (that’s fawning 😬) Avoiding hard emotions (👋🏽 hola, spiritual bypassing) Acting “unbothered” as a trauma response Letting people walk all over you in the name of “healing” 🥣 EQ is not a badge. It’s a brújula — a compass 🧭 for staying connected… but to yourself first. Think of EQ as your internal WiFi s...

💔 When Love Was Performance: Why Love Does NOT Have Languages 🥣 Querida inner niña, I didn’t learn love—I learned survival with a smile on. I learned how to hug before I learned how to say no. I learned how to give before I was ever taught to receive. And let’s be real: I learned how to perform love long before I ever felt safe enough to feel it. They said love had "types." They gave us categories and colors and quizzes. But baby... that was just another test I was afraid to fail. Before I could even spell "affirmation," I was wearing it like a costume—on live TV. 👗 Not for joy. Not for art. For money. For clothes. For approval. For them. 🩸 And behind those sparkly lights? I saw things no niña should ever see. My brother’s face hit with a bat at a piñata party. Girls being groomed, sold, and smiled at. And me? Just trying to be wanted… but not touched. To be seen… but not too loudly. To be useful, pero invisible. 💬 “Words” Wer...

  Spiritual Esthetics™: Healing Beyond Skincare 🪞 Spiritual Esthetics: Not Just Skin Deep™ What Is Spiritual Esthetics™? Spiritual Esthetics™ is more than skincare — it’s a declaration of radical self-awareness, ancestral healing , and emotional liberation. 🪞✨ I’m a Licensed Esthetician and Esthetics Instructor — not to show off, but to show up and name what’s possible when someone raised on silence, secrets, and survival finally learns to see themselves with compassion . Instructor Gratitude & My Journey to See Myself Gracias to every instructor who saw me before I could see myself. 🙏🏽 Today, I teach from that same soul space. I now help others earn that sacred license — the one that says: 🧾 You are a professional. 🧠 You know your craft. 💖 You matter. You always did. You just needed a safe mirror. But beyond the paperwork, I help people reclaim the mirror — not the one shaped by trauma or fantasy, but the sacred one that reflects tru...

🧿 I’m Not For Sale Anymore™ 🇵🇷 Not emotionally. Not professionally. Not spiritually. There was a time—no tan lejos—when we said yes to everything. Yes to unpaid guest spots (aka: “opportunities” that drained us). 🤯 Yes to emotional labor nobody acknowledged—listening to complaints, holding everyone’s feelings but our own. 🩸 Yes to showing up early, staying late, and still getting overlooked... because sometimes the fridge was empty, and free food meant survival. 🥣 We thought: “If I’m good enough, they’ll value me.” ☎️ But spoiler alert: they didn’t. They won’t. And maybe they can’t. That’s not our fault, but it is our wake-up call. 🧠 🧃 Our Old Selves Worked on Empty We were magic on a budget. 🪄 The go-to. The reliable one. The bring-the-playlist-and-the-prayer one. We said “sí” before even checking our calendars—or our bodies. 🥣 Why? Because we were taught being useful = being lovable. From our families, la iglesia, school, volunteering... even...

🧬 Changing the Ness Wound in Diana™ A gentle invitation to unravel fear-based love, control, and self-betrayal — sin perder nuestro flow 😏 We’ve all known a Diana — or maybe we’ve been her. The one who’s exhausting, intense, maybe a little toxic, and always *on*. The one carrying generations of unspoken reglas, bruised trust, and twisted love stories. She’s not evil or loca — just deeply tired, and sometimes tangled in survival mode. 😮‍💨 Growing up surrounded by these women — women who’ve been hurt, who hurt in turn — I recognize those patterns inside myself. The hypervigilance, the impulse to control, the care wrapped in chaos. It’s a cycle. A wound. A “Ness wound.” 🥣 This is not just Diana’s story. It’s ours. And that’s okay. Because now, *we* get to start changing it — little by little, moment by moment, whenever we catch ourselves slipping back. What does healing look like here? We won’t “fix” this wound overnight — it’s ...

💔 How to Start Healing After Betrayal Disguised as Love™ (Especially When the Lie Looked Like a Future) 🗓️ June 28, 2025 “We’re building an empire,” he said. Turns out, we were just the unpaid interns. 🐍 Let’s be real: Some betrayals don’t come with obvious red flags. They come with shared Google Docs , cozy pillow talk, and the old line: “You’re the only one who understands me.” 🙄 And that’s what makes healing from emotional betrayal so confusing. It’s not about deleting texts or blocking them out. It’s about facing the truth: They weren’t just lying to you. They were also letting you dream. ❌ What This Isn’t: No shame spirals. You were right when you sensed something was off. No toxic positivity. This ache deserves to be felt. No spiritual bypassing. This is grief, not a growth hack. No acting "fine" while deep-scrolling Zillow for his new house, car, and... grandchild? 👀🚗👶🏾 🌫️ What It Is: Healing from betrayal is like coming...

💭 Back in the Day… We all heard the classic: “Don’t assume—because when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.” Cute. But some assumptions cut deeper. Especially the ones that sneak in wearing intimacy's clothes. They sound like closeness—but they feel like confusion. 🧠 The Chatterbox With Receipts™ Enter Cappy: smooth-talking, future-building, emotionally strategic. He doesn’t just flirt—he recruits. These aren’t just flirty words. These are carefully coded scripts. You’re not falling in love—you’re being cast in a drama you didn’t audition for. 😬 Intimate Assumptions Hit Different Like… “They’re charming, so they must be safe.” Or “He said he loved me once, in a 2am text.” 👀📱 Cuidado , amiga. This is how the story starts—and how the trap gets set. 😈 Cappy’s Favorite Blend 💔 Betrayal in a silk robe 💸 Shared dreams, unpaid invoices 🤯 Emotional fog, heavy on the gaslight ...

✍️ WTF Is Independence?™ 🫁 The deeper question isn’t: “Am I performing?” It’s: “Do I feel free inside this identity?” Do I have space to be unsure, soft, sad, or raw — even here? Sacred Self-Confrontation™ is what happens when the mirror won’t lie anymore. I’ve built a strong identity. Independent. Capable. Spiritually aware. A helper. A truth-speaker. Someone others trust for guidance. That’s real. But here’s what else is true: I’ve also performed. I didn’t mean to. But sometimes I still feel like I’m proving something. Not just to others, but to myself. “I’m not broken.” “I’m better than what happened to me.” “Look how far I’ve come.” And maybe that’s where the false independence lives. Not in the strength itself — but in needing it to be the only part of me that gets seen. I don’t throw things anymore. I don’t disappear into addictions. But sometimes I disappear into being “fine.” There’s a version of me that gets high off internal gold stars. “You’re doing yo...