Healing for Many Diana's 🥣
🧬 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 been in our bloodlines for generations. Instead, we start by feeling what’s really underneath the anger, the control, the exhaustion.
If you need help naming those feelings, grab a feelings wheel — seriously, they’re a lifesaver when everything feels like a storm. ⛈️
And peace? It can feel strange at first. Boring even. Because for so long, chaos was the only rhythm we knew. 🥁 But there’s power in choosing calm, in embracing consistency, even when it feels unfamiliar.
We didn’t come into this world distrusting love — we learned it. Love was loud, chaotic, tied up in sacrifice and drama. But love doesn’t have to hurt.
Let’s ask ourselves:
“What does real support feel like in my body?”
“Am I open to receiving it — really?” 🥣
Sometimes what we call “helping” is really fear playing dress-up. Fixing things no one asked us to fix. Holding secrets to “protect” others. Planning for disasters that haven’t happened yet. And all of that slowly chips away at our own sense of peace.
When we perform love instead of living it, our own spirit pays the price. I’ve been there — smiling through the gaslighting, swallowing my own truth to keep the peace. And each time, I lost a little more of myself. 🥣
From Poison to Poderosas™
This wound didn’t start with us. Pero guess what? It can end with us. 🇵🇷
We don’t have to be perfect, or “ready.” We just have to be willing — willing to feel, to say our truths, to love differently.
💬 We choose truth over image.
💬 We choose peace over chaos.
💬 We choose boundaries over guilt.
💬 We choose healing — even if no one claps. 👏🏽
This is our real flex — caring enough to break the cycle, not pretending we don’t care at all.
We’re not the wound. We are the ones who stop it. And that, querida, is next-level healing.
We’re not here to repeat the story.
We’re here to rewrite it.™
And that? That’s mythic. 🧜🏽♀️🔥
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