Walking the Line Between Righteous Anger and Divine Peace: A Journey Through Family Conflict and Faith

There are few things more painful than feeling betrayed or abandoned by those we expect to stand by us—especially when those people are family. When the ones who should show compassion instead show cruelty or apathy, the hurt cuts deep. It stirs up a powerful and often confusing sense of anger, and as a person of faith, that anger feels especially complex. In these moments, I find myself wondering: How do I handle this? How do I honor my faith while still standing up for what is right?


The Bible is full of stories of righteous anger, a kind of holy fire that propels people to take action in the face of injustice. I’ve found strength in the story of Joshua, who courageously followed God's commands to take the Promised Land, despite the overwhelming odds and the moral weight of the mission. In my life, my family has been a constant source of tension and frustration as I try to care for my father in his time of need. Watching some of my family members turn their backs on him and treat him poorly feels not only wrong but profoundly unjust.

This isn’t just anger—it's a deep, relentless feeling that cries out for justice. It makes me want to lash out and force them to see the pain they’re causing. And yet, my faith reminds me that there's a line between justice and vengeance, one that is easy to blur when our hearts are hurting.


One of the most challenging aspects of faith is the call to leave ultimate justice to God. It’s hard to feel such strong emotions, knowing that God promises to deal with those who act with cruelty, but also requires us to forgive and find peace. This isn’t a passive peace, nor does it mean we ignore wrongdoing. Instead, it means that while we work toward justice, we release the bitterness and allow God to guide our actions.

In Romans 12:19, we’re told, "Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God's wrath." It’s a call to let go of the need to personally deliver judgment, to trust that God sees and that His justice will prevail. But this doesn’t mean silence; it doesn’t mean ignoring the pain or accepting mistreatment. Instead, it’s an invitation to choose our battles carefully, guided by love and truth.


What I’ve learned in this journey is that faith doesn’t call us to be passive or weak; it calls us to be strong in ways that often seem contradictory to the world. Choosing to trust God’s justice requires us to walk with integrity, to speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, and to defend the dignity of our loved ones. But it also requires humility, the willingness to say, "I’ll do my part, and I’ll let God handle the rest."

This doesn’t mean the anger simply fades away—it may not. Instead, I’m learning to channel that anger into action, to ensure that my father’s needs are met, and to draw boundaries that protect him. Rather than being consumed by bitterness, I’m using my energy to create change, letting God guide me through each step of this challenging path.


Just as Joshua led his people with unwavering courage, I feel called to stand up for what is right. But the weapons of this battle aren’t ones of vengeance or cruelty; they’re ones of prayer, patience, and perseverance. They’re found in creating space for honest conversations and, if necessary, separating myself from those who choose pettiness over love.

This journey isn’t about winning against those who hurt us, but about finding peace within ourselves, knowing that we’ve acted with integrity. Forgiveness, when it comes, will be a gift from God, a reflection of His grace working through me. Until then, I’ll keep praying, keep acting, and keep trusting that God’s justice will prevail.

If you’re going through something similar, know that your anger isn’t wrong. It’s a natural response to injustice and cruelty. But remember, as I’m trying to remind myself, that our faith gives us a choice. We can either let that anger consume us, or we can turn it into a force for good, a force that stands up for what is right without losing sight of God’s love and ultimate justice.

When "Not Enough" Feels Like Too Much: A Reflection on Grace and Growth

Lately, I’ve been caught in a cycle of thinking I’m not doing enough. It’s a recurring thought, a nagging voice that tells me I should be doing more, achieving more, managing better. But every time I sit down and really take stock of my life, I realize something: I am doing enough, more than enough.

I’m working a full-time job while also balancing a part-time one. I have a dog who depends on me for care and love, and tomorrow, I’ll be starting my dual master's program—a journey that will demand even more of my time and energy. On top of all that, I’m helping coordinate my dad’s care, even though he’s all the way in Honduras.

Still, that voice sneaks in, whispering, “It’s not enough.” I’ve come to realize that these lies are seeds planted by the enemy, trying to steal my peace and make me feel inadequate. The truth is, I’ve bought into those lies for too long. But there’s another truth—one that’s stronger, deeper, and more powerful.

Through all of this, Jesus has never left my side. Even when I feel overwhelmed or like I’m falling short, He carries me through. In moments of doubt, He reminds me of His grace. He’s the constant presence lifting me up when I think I can’t keep going.

As I prepare to dive into this next chapter—balancing work, school, family, and personal responsibilities—I’m learning to let go of the need to be perfect. I’m learning to trust that where I am right now is exactly where I need to be. I don’t have to strive endlessly or carry the weight of "never enough."

I am enough. Not because of anything I’ve done, but because of who I am in Him. And for that, I am grateful.

When Love Isn't Enough: My Journey in Caring for My Father from Afar

This past week has been one of the hardest in my life. My father, a man who once had so much potential, is now unable to walk, and I’ve found myself thousands of miles away, trying to care for him from a distance. It’s a heartbreaking reality, one I never imagined I’d be facing. Watching someone you love go through physical and emotional suffering, feeling powerless to change their circumstances—it’s a pain I wouldn’t wish on anyone.

My father has struggled with his health and his own emotional battles for a long time, but seeing him in this state—lying in his own urine and feces, his family indifferent to his situation—has broken something inside me. The helplessness I feel knowing that I can't be there with him is overwhelming. There's a part of me that wants to drop everything, sell all my belongings, and move to Honduras just to take care of him. But then reality hits: I have my own life here, my dog Akira, my responsibilities. How would I provide for us if I gave everything up?

The guilt is crushing. I feel like I should be doing more, but at the same time, I know I’ve already given so much. I’ve found a male nurse to help care for my father, and his cousin has stepped in where he can. But it’s not the same as me being there, holding his hand and making sure he’s cared for the way I know he deserves.

At times, I’ve felt angry—not just at the situation, but at my dad too. It hurts to see that he couldn’t pull himself out of the depression and unhealthy patterns that led him here. I wish things could have been different, that he could have taken the steps to live a more fulfilling life. But I’m learning that this is his journey, not mine. All I can do is love him, support him, and ask God for mercy as he navigates the path he’s on.

And yet, love alone doesn’t seem like enough sometimes. No matter how much I love him, I can’t change his circumstances, and that’s a tough pill to swallow. I’ve had to accept that I can’t fix everything. There are limits to what I can do, and maybe the hardest part is realizing that those limits are okay. I’m learning to forgive myself for not being able to do it all. I’m learning to find peace in knowing that I’m doing the best I can.

This experience has taught me so much about surrender. I can’t control every aspect of my father’s care, and I can’t carry the burden all on my own. I’m trusting the nurse we’ve hired, trusting that his cousin will continue to help where he can. It’s not easy, but I’m learning to let go, little by little.

If there’s anything I hope to share with anyone reading this, it’s that caregiving from afar is an impossible balancing act. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, to feel like you can’t do enough, and to acknowledge that you have limits. I’m still learning this myself, but I believe that being honest about these struggles can help lighten the load—even if just a little.

I wish I could take this burden from my father, but this is his journey. All I can do is love him and trust that I’ve done all I can.

Slowing Down to Reconnect: Finding Peace in Uncertainty

Lately, I’ve been reflecting on something weighing on my heart. I dislike being misunderstood, but what bothers me even more is the realization that sometimes my approach contributes to that misunderstanding. In those moments, I felt a frustration that I shouldn’t, have because the very person I believe in—Christ—was misunderstood in the most profound way. He was crucified for preaching a truth that wasn’t fully received or grasped by those around Him.

Yet here I am, feeling above it all, as if I shouldn’t be subjected to the same misunderstandings. I often forget that I am called to become more like Christ, not just in what I say or do, but in how I handle these moments of being misunderstood.

I've also been wrapped up in my own struggles recently—my depression, my shortcomings, and the things I lack. I’ve forgotten, in all of this, where God has already taken me from. But then I pause, and I remember. I remember the days and nights I cried for the very things I now have in my life. I may not be where I want to be, but I’m exactly where I need to be. Life has a funny way of slowing us down, of forcing us to reflect and redirect, just when we’re trying to rush through it.

In these moments of reflection, I’m reminded to stop focusing on what’s missing and instead be grateful for how far I’ve come. The road ahead may be unclear, but pressing on—continuing to walk by faith, not by sight—is the only way forward. And maybe that’s all I need to do right now: keep pressing on, trusting that the path will reveal itself as I move forward.

I don’t have all the answers, and I’m not sure exactly what I need to focus on next. But I do know that I must keep going, trusting that God will continue to pave the way, just as He has always done.

Sometimes, in seasons of uncertainty, it’s not about having a clear focus but about staying grounded in faith, allowing space for gratitude, and trusting in the process. It’s a lesson I’m relearning: that there’s beauty in slowing down, in being present, and in trusting that where I am today is exactly where I’m meant to be.

Running From Fear to Faith

This past week, I found myself paralyzed by fear. I couldn’t go to work, trapped in the overwhelming belief that I was going to be fired. It all started when a former coworker reported me to HR over something I wrote. And just like that, fear set in—heavy, suffocating, and relentless.

What’s funny is how familiar this feeling is. I’ve spent much of my life running—not only emotionally but physically too, from country to country. I run because I feel shame, I run because of fear, and mostly, I run because I’m misunderstood. I know I can be what some call a "sandpaper person"—someone who rubs others the wrong way. I don’t deny that. My intentions are always good, but my delivery and approach could use refining.

I’ve always strived to be authentic and honest. And while that sounds admirable, sometimes it comes out as abrasive bluntness that no one really wants to hear. People think I’m bossy, that I want things done my way. Honestly, when I was younger, maybe that was true. But now? Now I just want my experience and point of view to be respected. I want to be heard, not misunderstood.

But here’s what I’m beginning to realize: God is involved in everything I do, say, or experience. I’ve spent so much time trying to make the world see me for who I am, but perhaps God has been trying to show Himself through me. Maybe the world doesn’t need to see me—they need to see Him.

I’ve been so focused on my shortcomings and the distress I feel that I’ve overlooked the supernatural things God has been doing in my life. I keep getting caught up in how people perceive me, how they misunderstand me, but God’s purpose is bigger than my fears, bigger than my shame, and bigger than the people who wish evil upon me.

Like Joseph in the Bible, what others mean for harm, God turns into something good. Time and time again, I’ve seen this truth play out in my life. Every setback, every moment of pain, God has used for a greater good that I couldn’t see at the time.

So to those who doubt me, to those institutions or people who try to stifle me—you’re messing with the wrong person. I am a child of the King, and my life is guided by His purpose, not by the opinions or actions of others.

It’s time to stop running. Not from fear, but toward the faith that God is working in all things, even in the moments that feel like defeat.

Breaking the Status Quo: A Personal Reflection on Identity, Stereotypes, and the Fight for Change

This past weekend was a busy one. Between donating, celebrating my nephew’s birthday, and making time to hang out with new friends, I barely had a moment to myself. As I moved from one activity to the next, I realized how crucial it is to carve out time for myself. Lately, it seems that my own company has become the most important, perhaps because it’s in those quiet moments that I can truly reflect on my experiences and the world around me.

One of the reflections that hit me hard this weekend is how tired I am of the status quo that surrounds me. Whether it’s in the workplace or in my social circles, I see too many people who are afraid to stand up and speak out for themselves. This observation made me think more deeply about my own journey and the challenges I’ve faced—and continue to face—as a Honduran woman living in the United States.

My journey to becoming a U.S. citizen wasn’t easy. I only received my green card in 2018, and by 2023, I proudly became a U.S. citizen. However, even with this achievement, I can’t escape the stigma that society has created about me. You see, because I come from Honduras, there are certain expectations—or rather, lack of expectations—placed upon me. People often don’t expect me to speak multiple languages or to be educated. These assumptions are frustrating and exhausting to deal with on a daily basis.

It’s particularly disheartening because, in many ways, I don’t fit the stereotypical image that people might have. My skin is white, which leads me to wonder: if I were dark-skinned, would the prejudice I face be even worse? In the U.S., prejudice isn’t a one-way street. It works in multiple directions, with minorities often pitted against whites and, even more tragically, minorities pitted against each other.

What’s even more troubling is how deeply ingrained these stereotypes are. The rhetoric that Americans and Europeans have historically created about developing countries—rhetoric used to justify conquest, colonization, and destruction—still permeates our society today. It’s so deeply embedded that many people don’t even realize when they are acting upon these biases.

But here’s the thing: I refuse to let this status quo continue unchallenged. I refuse to be silent in the face of ignorance and prejudice. I believe it’s time for all of us—regardless of our backgrounds—to stand up, speak out, and challenge the stereotypes that hold us back. We need to create a world where people are seen for who they truly are, not where they come from or what they look like.

This is my commitment: to fight against the stereotypes and biases that still exist in our society, and to help create a world where everyone is valued for their unique contributions. It won’t be easy, but change never is. And as I continue on this journey, I hope to inspire others to do the same.

Finding Grace in the Midst of Life’s Challenges

Some days, life seems to show signs of improvement—moments when the weight lifts just a little, and you can finally catch your breath. But then, without warning, you’re reminded of how fragile life truly is. This week has been one of those times for me, a stark reminder of the difficulties that come with having a sick parent far away, especially when you have no close family nearby to lean on.

The struggle is real, and it cuts deep. My heart aches for the power and resources to bring my dad to the United States, to provide him with the care he needs and deserves. I wish I were in a position to do more for my parents, to offer them the security and comfort they have given me throughout my life. Yet, the reality is that I am not there—at least not yet.

This journey has left me feeling misunderstood. For so long, I’ve tried to explain myself, to make others see my heart and my intentions, but the effort often feels futile. At work, I get reprimanded for being too proactive, while at home, I’m told I’m not prudent enough. It’s a constant struggle to be "good enough," and it’s left me wondering if I ever will be.

The truth is, I may never be good enough for everyone, but I know I am good enough for God. That’s a truth I hold onto when the world feels overwhelming. Yet, there’s a part of me that wishes I could blend in more. All my life, I’ve stood out—sometimes for good reasons, other times for reasons I’d rather forget. Now, I find myself just wanting to be invisible, to move through life unnoticed, free from the constant scrutiny and judgment.

But here’s the thing: blending in isn’t my path. I’m learning that it’s okay to stand out, to be different, even if it feels lonely or exhausting. My hope is that God will work in all our hearts, helping us to recognize the immense grace we’ve been given and to extend that grace to others. We all need it, perhaps more than we realize.

Life’s challenges can make us feel isolated, like we’re carrying burdens that no one else can see or understand. But in those moments, I try to remember that I’m never truly alone. God sees me, knows me, and loves me just as I am. My worth isn’t defined by others’ expectations or judgments, but by the grace and love that God offers so freely.

So, if you’re feeling like I am—tired, misunderstood, and yearning for something more—know that it’s okay. It’s okay to rest, to lean on your faith, and to give yourself permission to be human.

You don’t have to carry everything on your own. You are enough, just as you are, and even in the moments when you feel invisible, you are seen and loved by the One who matters most.

Bridging the Distance: Overcoming Ego and Pride in Relationships

Relationships are never easy, especially when distance—whether physical, emotional, or both—stands between two people who care deeply about each other. Sometimes, the hardest battles we face are with ourselves, as our ego and pride step in, creating walls that hinder connection and understanding.

The Struggle with Distance

How do you show someone what you truly feel when they're far away? How can you express your emotions when it feels like your words aren’t being understood? These questions often leave us feeling frustrated, isolated, and helpless. Distance can amplify misunderstandings and create a sense of detachment, making it even harder to communicate effectively.

But what if the real challenge isn’t just the miles between us, but the walls we’ve built within ourselves?

Ego and Pride: The Invisible Barriers

Ego and pride often act as our shields, protecting us from vulnerability and the fear of rejection. However, in relationships, these shields can become barriers that prevent us from truly connecting with our partners. When we let ego dictate our actions, we might find ourselves saying things we don’t mean, withholding affection, or refusing to admit when we’re wrong. Pride, on the other hand, can stop us from reaching out, apologizing, or showing that we care.

The result? A growing distance that has nothing to do with geography and everything to do with our inability to let go of these protective yet destructive emotions.

Bridging the Gap

So, how do we bridge this gap? How do we show our partners what we truly feel, even when it feels like there’s an ocean between us?

Embrace Vulnerability: Allow yourself to be vulnerable. Share your fears, your hopes, and your love without holding back. Vulnerability is not a weakness; it’s a powerful way to show that you care.


Communicate Openly: Honest communication is key. Talk about your feelings, your needs, and your concerns without letting pride interfere. Listen with the intent to understand, not just to respond.


Make Small Gestures Count: Sometimes, it’s the little things that matter most. A heartfelt message, a letter, or even a simple “I miss you” can go a long way in showing that you’re thinking about them.


Focus on Solutions, Not Problems: Instead of dwelling on what’s gone wrong, focus on finding ways to move forward. Address the issues that are creating distance, but do so with the intent of finding solutions, not assigning blame.


Be Patient: Healing and understanding take time. Be patient with yourself and your partner as you work through the challenges. Remember that every step forward, no matter how small, is progress.

Letting Love Lead

In the end, love is stronger than ego or pride. It’s what brings us together, despite the challenges we face. By letting go of these barriers and embracing open communication, vulnerability, and patience, we can bridge the distance and find our way back to each other.

Remember, it’s not about winning or losing—it’s about finding a way to be together, to understand each other, and to build a relationship that’s rooted in love and mutual respect.

Embracing Growth: A Season of Clarity and Renewal

As I was driving to work today, I found myself marveling at how Chicago has prioritized trees and the environment. We're at that beautiful transition where summer is gently giving way to fall, and soon, the city will be painted with the vibrant hues of the season. It's a time of reflection and change, and lately, I've been thinking a lot about the journey I've been on.

This past month, I've felt like I was drowning in murky waters, unable to find stillness. It’s as though the more I tried to push through, the more overwhelmed I became. This season has left me feeling both isolated and exposed—pouring out my soul only to watch everything crumble around me. But from that, I’ve learned an important lesson: sometimes, we need to let go and allow clarity to emerge on its own.

I'm happy to share that I've decided to stay in my current role. It wasn’t an easy decision, especially with the emotional turbulence I’ve been experiencing. But I've worked too hard to get to where I am, and I refuse to let fleeting emotions dictate my path. I’ve grown so much over the last seven years—completing my undergrad, becoming a researcher, and now, preparing to start my master’s degree. Soon, I’ll also be embarking on my own project, something I’ve dreamed about for a long time.

I realize now that I’ve been so laser-focused on the changes happening around me that I lost sight of the bigger picture. But clarity is finally setting in, and my vision is expanding once again. I’m excited for what’s ahead because I know that with preparation and discipline, I’ll be ready for whatever comes my way.

When it comes to my personal life, particularly dating, I’m recognizing that I still have some healing to do. I had hoped that the man I want to marry would come back and that things could be worked out. But I’m learning to surrender this hope to God, trusting that His plan requires my obedience and faith. This realization has allowed me to catch my breath and refocus on growing in my professional role.

This season of transition is bringing with it a renewed sense of purpose and direction. I’m excited for the future, knowing that with the right mindset and determination, I can achieve great things. Here's to embracing growth, clarity, and the beautiful journey ahead.

Embracing Accountability: Navigating Life's Challenges with Resilience

Life lately has been kicking my butt. Between learning how to let go and making decisions that will impact my livelihood in the years to come, it’s been a whirlwind. Every day brings new challenges and opportunities, and it's not always easy to navigate. Letting go is one of the hardest things to do. Whether it's letting go of past mistakes, old habits, or even relationships that no longer serve us, the process can be incredibly challenging. But it's also necessary for growth. Letting go allows us to make room for new experiences and opportunities that align with our goals and aspirations.

I've been grappling with some big decisions lately, decisions that will shape my future in significant ways. From choosing whether to stay at my current role or start a business to considering diving back into the dating world, each choice feels monumental. It's a lot to juggle, and the weight of these decisions can be overwhelming. One of the most transformative aspects of this journey has been taking full accountability for my choices. It's a weird but empowering feeling to own every decision I make, knowing that each one contributes to the path I'm creating for myself. Accountability means recognizing that while we can't control everything that happens to us, we can control how we respond and the choices we make moving forward.

No matter how tough it gets, I’m committed to making every day count and facing each challenge with resilience and grace. Resilience is about bouncing back from setbacks, learning from failures, and continuing to push forward despite the obstacles. It's about maintaining hope and determination even when things seem impossible. Change is inevitable, and it can be both exciting and terrifying. Trusting the journey means embracing the uncertainty and believing that everything happens for a reason. It's about having faith in the process and in our ability to handle whatever comes our way.

Here's to the ups and downs, the lessons learned, and the strength we find within ourselves. Life's challenges may knock us down, but it's our resilience and determination that help us get back up and keep moving forward. As I navigate these changes and decisions, I’m reminded that brighter days are ahead, and every step I take brings me closer to my goals. To anyone else going through similar challenges, remember this: You are stronger than you think. Embrace the changes, trust the journey, and take accountability for your choices. Your strength and resilience will guide you through, and the future holds endless possibilities.

Keep moving forward and know that you’re not alone in this journey. Together, we can face anything life throws our way. 🌟 If you’re feeling overwhelmed or just need a reminder of your strength, feel free to share your thoughts and experiences. Let's support each other in this journey of growth and self-discovery.

Embracing Change: Finding Strength in Adversity

Life has a way of throwing curveballs when we least expect it. These past few weeks have been especially challenging for me, filled with what feels like an abundance of negative energy. Yet, as the artist Fat Nwigwe says, "I leave a demon holier than nuns and then pray!" This powerful reminder resonates deeply with me. It acknowledges the battles we face but also the divine strength within us that allows us to overcome them.

Being anointed comes with its own set of trials. The attacks are real, and the journey is far from easy. But the strength of my creator has already secured the victory. All I need to do is trust and keep moving forward.

Trusting the Journey

I may not know what the next six months hold, but I am committed to making every day count. Change is something we all experience, whether we like it or not. It's the only constant in life. Embracing this truth can be empowering. It allows us to focus on the present moment and make the most of every opportunity.

Resilience in the Face of Adversity

Despite the challenges, I continue to amaze myself with my resilience. No matter what happens, I always walk out with my head held high. This inner strength is something we all possess. It's what allows us to rise above our circumstances and continue forward with hope and determination.

Making Every Day Count

Every day is a new opportunity to grow, to learn, and to move closer to our goals. Even when times are tough, we have the power to make a positive impact on our own lives and the lives of others. By focusing on what we can control and letting go of what we cannot, we create space for new possibilities and growth.

Embracing Change

Change is inevitable, and it's not always easy. But it's through change that we find our true strength and discover new paths. Embracing change means being open to new experiences and trusting that, no matter how difficult things may seem, there is a greater plan at work.

As I move forward, I am reminded that I am not alone in this journey. The strength of my creator, the support of loved ones, and my own resilience will carry me through. No matter what the future holds, I am committed to facing it with courage, hope, and an unwavering belief in my ability to overcome.

To anyone else going through tough times, remember this: You are stronger than you think. Embrace the changes, trust the journey, and keep moving forward with your head held high. Your strength and resilience will guide you through, and brighter days are ahead.

Embracing Boundaries and Personal Growth: My Journey of Self-Discovery

This past weekend was a real eye-opener for me. For a long time, I would always ask, "Why me?" whenever life threw challenges my way. I often found myself complaining and feeling misunderstood about the cards I was dealt. But now, I couldn't be more grateful for those very experiences.

I've had my share of traumas, some of which were a result of my own actions. But let me tell you, it feels incredibly empowering to finally defend my boundaries. Setting boundaries has been a struggle for me, likely due to growing up in a family where boundaries were virtually non-existent. However, I've come to realize that people may not always understand my boundaries, and some might even view it as burning bridges. That’s their perspective, and it’s okay.

Being open to having our perspectives challenged is essential. It forces us to take an inventory of our lives and make adjustments when necessary. For me, letting go of my past has involved putting up strict boundaries regarding who I want to keep in my present and future.

For far too long, I felt like I was falling behind in terms of my career and my relationships with family and friends. But it turns out that even though I felt behind, I was actually keeping pace or, in some cases, even ahead. I’ve now come to understand that not everyone will understand my journey. But those who choose to see me for who I am today will be the ones sitting at my table.

I am profoundly grateful for each phase of my life. The challenges, the growth, and the insights have all been invaluable. As I look forward to the future, I do so with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

If you're struggling with boundaries or feeling like you're not where you should be in life, I hope my story inspires you. It’s okay to take your time, to set boundaries, and to let go of those who don't support your journey. Embrace each phase of your life and look forward to the future with optimism.

Embracing Life's Beauty Amidst Change

This past weekend was a beautiful reminder of how wonderful life can be, even in the midst of change. I had the pleasure of spending time with a long-time friend, and it reignited the joy of connecting with others. It was a heartwarming experience that reminded me of the simple yet profound happiness that comes from sharing moments with people we care about.

We started our weekend adventure by heading to the movies to watch Inside Out 2. While the film had more anxiety-inducing moments than I anticipated, the experience was enriched by the lively theater atmosphere. People were clapping, and my friend's children were bustling around, fetching snacks and taking bathroom breaks. It was chaotic but in a way that felt alive and vibrant.

After the movie, we transitioned to some much-needed adult time around a cozy fire table. There’s something magical about the warmth of a fire, the crackling of wood, and the company of a good friend. It was a time to relax, reflect, and simply enjoy the moment. Sitting there, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for being able to come out of my shell and embrace life more fully.

The past year has been challenging, filled with ups and downs, but this weekend was a glimpse into the beauty that life holds. It reminded me that even amidst change and uncertainty, there are moments of joy and connection waiting to be cherished. I realized how grateful I am for everything that has happened—every experience, every challenge—because they have all led me to where I am today.

As much as I might complain sometimes, I am deeply thankful for my job, my family, and the future that lies ahead. Each of these aspects of my life has played a crucial role in shaping who I am. This weekend was a celebration of that gratitude, a moment to pause and appreciate the journey.

So, here’s to embracing life, with all its beauty and challenges. Here’s to cherishing the moments with friends and family, to finding joy in the chaos, and to being grateful for the path we are on. Life is a magnificent adventure, and every experience adds to its richness.

Take a moment to appreciate where you are and the people around you. Life is beautiful, and it's moments like these that remind us of its true essence.

Navigating Life's Storms: Finding Your Way Through Uncertainty

Lately, I've felt like I'm in the eye of a storm, struggling to find peace. There's a persistent external energy that I can't seem to shake off. I don't know if it's the lingering emotions for the man I thought would be my husband and having to completely let go, or the financial crisis stemming from my dad's health issues. Whatever it is, I feel lost and ungrounded, like I'm not where I'm supposed to be.

I want to excel and accomplish everything I dream of, but I don't even know where to begin. So many shifts and changes have happened recently that I don't even know how to feel. It's as if I'm grieving parts of myself that I can no longer carry with me. The defense mechanisms I've built up over the years are finally melting away, and I'm no longer afraid to just be myself, regardless of the consequences.

I wish I were more financially secure so I could take a sabbatical, but I no longer work in China. Now, I feel like a slave to the 9-to-5 grind. I miss the days of working multiple jobs, only clocking in 25 hours a week, and earning more than I do now. There are so many aspects of myself that I miss—when I felt whole. I want to get back to feeling that way.

Living in the United States is challenging. I really don't understand why so many people want to come here. I mean, I get it if you're living in worse conditions, but it truly doesn't get better here. Work-life balance is almost non-existent, and it's hard to make friends or find a job that allows you to be a human being. I'm so frustrated; I just don't know anymore.

Finding Grounding Amidst Chaos

If you resonate with any of this, here are some steps that might help you begin to feel more grounded and regain a sense of control:

Acknowledge Your Feelings: Recognize that it's okay to feel lost, frustrated, and uncertain. These emotions are natural responses to significant life changes and pressures.


Identify the Sources of Stress: Break down the different stressors in your life. Is it primarily the breakup, financial issues, or general dissatisfaction with your job? Identifying the sources can help you prioritize and tackle them one at a time.


Seek Support: Talk to friends, family, or a therapist about what you're going through. Sometimes, just expressing your feelings can provide relief and give you new perspectives.


Set Small, Achievable Goals: When everything feels overwhelming, focus on small, manageable tasks. This could be organizing a part of your living space, setting up a budget, or planning a weekend activity you enjoy.


Practice Self-Care: Make time for activities that nurture your well-being, such as exercise, meditation, reading, or hobbies that bring you joy and relaxation.


Reevaluate Your Career: Reflect on what you enjoyed about your previous work situation. Are there aspects of those jobs that you can incorporate into your current or future work? Consider exploring job opportunities that offer better work-life balance or align more closely with your passions.


Financial Planning: If financial stress is a major concern, speak with a financial advisor. They can help you create a plan to manage your finances better and work towards greater security.


Explore New Opportunities: If you're feeling unfulfilled in your current job, consider exploring new opportunities, whether within your current field or something entirely different. Online courses, networking, and volunteering can be great ways to discover new paths.


Stay Open to Change: Remember that it's okay for your goals and desires to evolve. What mattered to you in the past might not hold the same importance now, and that's perfectly fine. Stay open to new possibilities and be kind to yourself as you navigate these changes.


Mindfulness and Grounding Techniques: Practices like mindfulness meditation, yoga, or simply spending time in nature can help you feel more grounded and present.


Reframe Your Perspective: Try to shift your mindset from feeling trapped to seeing this time as an opportunity for growth. Each challenge you face can teach you something valuable about yourself and what you truly want.


Take it One Day at a Time: Focus on the present moment rather than becoming overwhelmed by the big picture. Taking it one step at a time can make the journey feel less daunting.

Remember, you're not alone in feeling this way. Seeking help is a sign of strength. You have the resilience to get through this difficult period and come out stronger on the other side. Embrace the journey, and trust that you'll find your way through the storm.

Embracing Change: My Journey from Teaching to Clinical Research and Back Again

Sometimes, life takes us on a journey we never could have predicted. For thirteen years, I taught English as a Second Language (ESL) around the world. I thought my teaching career was behind me when I decided to pursue my passion for science. Five years into my clinical research career, however, I find myself at a crossroads once again.

In 2020, I obtained a PARA license in Illinois, which, combined with my Bachelor's degree, qualifies me to be a full-time substitute teacher. As summer approaches, I'm uncertain if I'll secure a teaching role before it ends, but one thing is clear: my days in clinical research are numbered. I am caught in an internal struggle, debating whether to leave this profession and start my own business or return to teaching.

My disillusionment with healthcare has been growing. I've witnessed firsthand the inequalities and the relentless pursuit of the bottom line that can overshadow the true purpose of healthcare. As an employee, these experiences have been disheartening. It's taken me a long time to come to terms with letting go of my dream of being a scientist. Despite this, I am proud of what I have achieved and the experiences I've had along the way.

The idea of change is daunting but also exhilarating. Reflecting on my journey, I realize how important it is to follow one's own path, even when it leads to unexpected places. My hope is that by sharing my story, I can inspire others to find the motivation to pursue their passions, no matter where they may lead.

I am excited about the possibility of returning to teaching and helping shape young minds. At the same time, the thought of starting my own business brings a sense of adventure and new beginnings. Life is a journey filled with twists and turns, and while the destination may be uncertain, the experiences and growth along the way are what truly matter.

In closing, I encourage anyone facing a similar crossroads to listen to your heart. Embrace change and trust that each step you take is part of your unique journey. Remember, it's never too late to follow your dreams and find fulfillment in new and unexpected ways.

Unmasking Family Truths: A Journey Through Generations

I’ve never really cared for what my dad’s side of the family had or achieved. I’ve always been proud enough of myself to want to do things on my own. Since my grandparents passed away about a decade ago, I’ve been on a spiritual journey where I’ve been able to find myself in my creator.


Last year, as my dad faced his worst health year in Honduras, I was thrown into a battle that has been raging within my family for generations. Yet, not once did I ever want to go to war with my aunts—that was never the intention. But that is what had to be done. My aunts have spent the last decade fighting among themselves about the inheritance, which, by the way, my father could care less about. I think he feels inadequate to receive it. You see, my dad marched to the beat of his own drum. He chose to do everything opposite of what his parents wanted, and for that, I thank him today. I am grateful that he never conformed to their liking. This has brought much grief and despair to my immediate family, but we never became infected by the veil that cripples my aunts.

The Battle I Never Wanted

It saddens me that it has come to me being brutally honest through social media and my blog, but there is no other way. You see, since my dad fell ill, I truly believe both Mami Maura and Papi Joche have been in my dreams repeatedly. It’s like they are guiding me to discover a truth that I know nothing about. Monica and the rest of the siblings have known about her origins because, while they were growing up, Monica was always taken to spend time with her siblings and grandmother from her biological father. Her biological father would come to my grandparents' home and spend time there with them. So, Maria Ernestina, Maura Josefina, Ana Carolina, and my father Jose Ricardo saw this growing up and realized that there were preferences between them.

The Deep-Rooted Trauma

That must have been traumatic for all of them—to have to compete for attention or love from their parents and see how some were treated differently than others. The problem was that it didn’t end there. My grandmother married off her two eldest daughters to men with a last name and money within Honduran society. Not that this made either of them happy, but they had to follow suit. Years later, I’m sure that they both ask themselves why. The other two that followed the older sisters married for love, and well, they have shared their trials and tribulations. My father divorced my mother and has remained that way ever since.

The Inheritance Dispute

Now, Monica—it is said that my grandmother brought my German uncle into the family because he was German. I’m glad my grandmother realized the piece of shit she brought into the family before she died, but the damage was already done. They gave Monica and Maria Ernestina free reign on how to deal with the inheritance, which these two have either stolen or misused without giving anyone proper warning. These dreams with my grandparents are getting more and more vivid, and they keep wanting me to unmask the truth. It’s as if they know what they did to my dad was wrong on many levels.

Seeking Truth and Justice

You see, my dad didn’t set foot in Honduras until 2019, giving my aunts more than 30 years to squeeze money and other things out of my grandparents. My question is: if I am wrong, why doesn’t Monica want to give my dad a copy of the last will and testament of my grandfather? Why did the lawyer disappear before Mami Maura could inherit? Why is Monica trying to keep something that is not hers?

Moving Forward

As I continue to navigate this tumultuous journey, I remain committed to uncovering the truth and bringing transparency to light. This is not just about an inheritance; it's about understanding and resolving the deep-seated issues that have plagued my family for generations.

To anyone reading this, know that your spiritual journey and quest for truth are valid. It’s important to seek guidance, gather information, and approach conflicts with a balanced perspective. And most importantly, take care of your well-being amidst the chaos. This path is challenging, but with patience, compassion, and determination, we can uncover the truths that have long been hidden.

Struggling with Belonging and the Reality of DEI Initiatives

The past few weeks have been particularly challenging for me. I've come to a difficult realization: I will never fully fit in, whether in the United States or in Honduras. Despite my best efforts to integrate into both societies, I am constantly reminded that I don't truly belong to either. This struggle has been driving me to the brink of despair, especially in the context of the widespread emphasis on Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) initiatives in the United States.

It's increasingly clear that many native-born Americans are enthusiastic about DEI initiatives. However, it often seems like they may not fully grasp the microaggressions that non-natives face, both in the workplace and in daily life. This disconnect is incredibly frustrating, as these subtle yet pervasive biases are frequently overlooked or dismissed entirely.

Moreover, I find it deeply troubling that Americans sometimes hide behind a façade of benevolence without acknowledging their country’s role in the issues that drive people to immigrate here in the first place. The lack of political participation enables the government to enact foreign policies that have significant impacts on other nations. Do Americans realize that even so-called third-world countries are not completely failed states? There is a resilience and strength in these nations that is often ignored or misunderstood.

Given the potential benefits that nonprofit and for-profit organizations can reap from DEI programs, it's perplexing that there isn't more regulation on their implementation. More importantly, why are there not more people of color at the forefront of these initiatives? Their firsthand experiences and perspectives are invaluable for shaping effective and meaningful DEI efforts.

On a more personal level, I can't help but wonder if these microaggressions at work also contributed to the heartbreak I experienced recently. I thought I was going to marry the man of my dreams, but once again, the same story played out. I worked tirelessly to become a woman of worth, but it just wasn’t enough. Is it my perspective that is flawed, or is it a combination of societal pressures and personal expectations that led to this outcome?

It is crucial for us to move beyond surface-level commitments to DEI and address the deeper, systemic issues affecting marginalized communities. This includes recognizing the microaggressions faced by non-natives and understanding the broader geopolitical contexts that drive immigration. Additionally, we must consider how these societal issues permeate our personal lives and relationships, influencing our sense of self-worth and belonging.

Sharing these thoughts is a step towards sparking reflection and dialogue. I hope that by voicing these concerns, we can begin to address the underlying issues and make meaningful progress towards true inclusivity and equity.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Let's work together to create a world where everyone feels like they belong.

Discovering Confidence in Faith: My Journey from Doubt to Devotion

Delving into my family's lineage has prompted deep reflection on the source of my confidence, especially when I often feel inadequate to tackle the challenges that come my way. This clarity emerged during a recent worship session. Raised in a lukewarm Christian household, I struggled to believe in the existence of Jesus or God. My trauma and experiences led me to question whether God is as good or benevolent as the Bible and various denominations claim. There seemed to be a significant disconnect between the faith professed by believers and the reality of the world we live in.

For years, I identified as an atheist/agnostic. However, I realized that true atheism requires denying the existence of something, which paradoxically suggests it must exist to be denied. Consequently, I discarded atheism and settled into agnosticism for a long period.

My journey took a transformative turn in 2011 when my uncle experienced a devastating accident. It was during this difficult time that I came to truly believe in Jesus. Meeting Him through this experience profoundly impacted my faith. I'll never forget the verses that forever changed my life:


"I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up against me on every side. Arise, LORD! Deliver me, my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked." (Psalm 3:6-7, NIV)

This experience allowed me to fully place my trust in the Lord in all things. The most remarkable aspect of my walk with Jesus is the revelation that His way is far simpler than many Western churches, including non-denominational ones, admit. My relationship with my Creator has adorned my life with profound insights and revelations that I hope everyone can experience.

As I reflect on this journey, I realize that my confidence stems not from my own abilities but from my faith in the Lord. Despite the challenges and feelings of inadequacy, it is this faith that empowers me to face life's obstacles with resilience and hope. My story is a testament to the transformative power of faith and the personal revelations that come from a deep, trusting relationship with Jesus.

May you find inspiration in my journey and seek your own path to faith and confidence in the Lord.

Embracing Rejection: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Healing

This weekend's therapy session was a tough one. I found myself delving into the depths of how my siblings' weddings deeply impacted me. It's a realization I've been avoiding for some time, but finally letting it out felt like lifting a weight off my chest.

Rejection—it's been a constant theme in my life. It began even before I was born, nestled in my mother's womb, where I experienced the initial sting of being unwanted. My parents were young when they conceived me, and despite my father's certainty, they faced rejection from my paternal grandparents. It seemed that our family wasn't up to the standards of the Serra lineage, a fact my grandmother never hesitated to remind my mother of.

What's ironic is the familial ties that bind us. My maternal grandparents and Mami Maura, as we called her, shared blood, yet that connection did little to bridge the gap in social stature. Despite some assistance, my parents were always looked down upon. But my mother's courage shone through when she made the decision to leave Honduras, proving she didn't need my father's family or their wealth to make it in life.

Reflecting on these familial dynamics, I can't help but wonder if Mami Maura envied my mother's bravery. My grandmother's pregnancy with my aunt Monica, conceived out of love, stood as a testament to her defiance against societal expectations. Yet, the truth of Monica's biological father remained buried beneath layers of lies and denial, a truth I inadvertently unearthed during a tense family lunch.

It was a moment of reckoning, one that led to my expulsion from the family home—the home that supposedly only belonged to the Serra lineage. But rejection, in all its forms, has only fueled my determination to confront generational trauma and cut the cords that bind me.

Rejection hasn't just colored my family life; it's seeped into my romantic relationships as well. I've often questioned if my choices in partners were influenced by the baggage I carry. It's a painful realization that if I can't love and choose myself, how can I expect someone else to?

Watching my siblings walk down the aisle stirred up bitterness within me—not because I long for a wedding of my own, but because it highlighted the rejection I've faced in matters of the heart. Yet, through it all, I've come to realize that my worth isn't defined by societal expectations or relationship status.

My journey isn't about fitting into a white dress; it's about becoming a healthier, more authentic version of myself. I'm grateful for the rejection I've experienced because without it, I wouldn't be evolving into the person I am today.

So here's to embracing rejection—not as a setback, but as a catalyst for growth and self-discovery. It's a journey fraught with challenges, but one that ultimately leads to liberation and self-love. And for that, I'm endlessly grateful.

Embracing My Journey: From Resentment to Self-Love

As I sit here, penning an informed consent form, I'm struck by a profound sense of gratitude. It's a feeling that's been building within me, slowly but steadily, as I've embarked on a journey of self-discovery and reflection.

For much of my life, I found myself questioning why I was born and resenting the circumstances I was dealt. Coming from a lineage where self-love was a rarity, I grappled with the weight of generational patterns that seemed destined to repeat themselves. Yet, in the midst of this turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope—a spark that refused to be extinguished.

It was the decision of my mother to leave Honduras, and later divorce my father, that set me on a path of profound transformation. In facing and revealing my truth, I've come to realize just how blessed I've been. Despite the challenges and hardships, each experience has shaped me into the person I am today—a person who is learning to love themselves.

For years, I carried the labels of being difficult, abrasive, and crazy. But beneath those surface judgments lay a deeper truth: I am an advocate. I cannot stand by in the face of injustice, nor can I remain silent when my voice is needed. While I acknowledge the need to refine my approach and cultivate greater flexibility in my communication, I refuse to apologize for the fire that burns within me.

It saddens me to think of the countless individuals who may never embark on the lonely road of self-discovery. So many souls, burdened by the weight of self-doubt and insecurity, never fully embrace the beauty of their own existence. And yet, I am proof that the journey is worth it—a thousand times over.

Through the highs and lows, I've come to understand that self-love is not a destination but a journey—a journey that requires courage, patience, and unwavering faith. And though the road may be long and winding, each step brings me closer to the truth of who I am and the person I strive to become.

As I continue on this path, I am reminded to be gentle with myself, to embrace my flaws as well as my strengths, and to extend the same grace to others. My journey is far from over, but with each passing day, I grow more grateful for the blessings that have shaped me into the person I am today.

May my story serve as a beacon of hope for those who dare to embark on their own journey of self-discovery. For in the depths of our own truth lies the power to transform not only ourselves but the world around us.

With love and gratitude,

Daniela Jose Serra Castillo

Unraveling the Enigma of Paternal Grandmother: Reflections on Family, Legacy, and Unanswered Questions

In the tapestry of family history, there are often threads that seem impossible to untangle. For many, paternal grandparents hold a particular mystique, their lives shrouded in layers of complexity and mystery. Such is the case with my paternal grandmother, a woman whose existence seemed to straddle the line between enigmatic and relatable.

Born in an era that perhaps didn't quite fit her spirit, my grandmother's life bore the marks of hardship and struggle. While the exact nature of her childhood traumas remains elusive, the echoes of her past reverberated through her adult life, leaving indelible imprints on her children and grandchildren alike.

My memories of her come in bittersweet waves, intertwined with countless questions that may never find answers. She was a woman of contradictions, simultaneously misunderstood by her children yet leaving an unmistakable mark on their lives. Her demeanor could be described as arrogant, perhaps fueled by the money and power bestowed upon her by my grandfather's career. Yet, beneath that facade lay a fiercely protective instinct, shaping the lives of her offspring in ways both profound and perplexing.

Her approach to parenting was as complex as she was. While she instilled in her children a sense of being "made of gold," she seemed to lack the ability to nurture their professional ambitions, instead guiding them towards predetermined paths. Her daughters were married off to well-off families, while the younger ones were left to follow their hearts, never quite leaving the nest.

However, amidst the complexities of her character lay darker shadows. Her mistreatment of my mother and her clear preference between the grandchildren left an indelible mark on me, one that can never be erased. Yet, what drives me to the brink of insanity is the way my family chose to judge her once her infidelity was revealed.

I recall vividly the moment when Maria Ernestenia, one of my aunts, insulted her in front of me. Despite everything, I found myself defending her, for I saw myself reflected in my paternal grandmother. My arrogance, my will to never stop, my reactivity, and abrasiveness—all come from her. My aunts may try to deny the resemblance between my character and hers, but deep down, they know the truth.

In honoring her memory, I am confronted not only with the complexities of her character but also with the shortcomings of my own understanding. Instead of learning to understand her, my family chose the easier path of judgment. Yet, in embracing the parts of myself that echo her spirit, I find a sense of connection and empathy that transcends the boundaries of time and circumstance.

It is through her that our family has been plagued by lies and alliances between my aunts that have slowly but surely made sure that what my grandfather worked has basically disappeared. My father left them to do whatever they wanted for years it was until he was facing his greatest need that we realized how ingrained my grandparents' indifference for my father had permeated our aunts and their offspring. More than a decade later, Monica refuses to give my father a copy of my grandfather's will and all of the documentation for the properties. She also refuses to pay for the house she lost due to her not paying a mortgage loan she took out for a business venture that went bad. My aunts hide the truth from their children about how they're adopted, knowing well one day the truth will be revealed. And they make me look like the crazy one with psychological problems because I take to the internet to speak my truth. Today I decide to end this chapter and bury my extended family. They have never cared or loved us, so there should be no reason why I should continue giving them so much energy. God will make sure we all pay.

In the end, the enigma of my paternal grandmother remains unsolved, a testament to the complexities of human nature and the enduring power of familial bonds. And while the questions may linger, it is in the journey of exploration and reflection that we uncover the true essence of who we are and where we come from.

Unraveling the Legacy: Reflections on Family, Memories, and Identity

As I sat down to pen this piece, the weight of emotions from the recent anniversary of my grandfather's passing loomed heavy. Memories, both sweet and bitter, flooded my mind like a turbulent river, carrying me back to moments etched in the fabric of my family's history.

In the quiet corners of my mind, I find myself revisiting cherished memories of my grandfather, a man whose presence loomed large in my childhood. I recall the sound of his laughter as he tickled me endlessly on his beloved rocking chair, and the patient guidance he offered as he taught me to ride a bicycle. These memories, once so vivid, now feel like fragile relics of a bygone era.

But amidst the warmth of those recollections lies a tangled web of family secrets and unspoken truths. My grandfather, an enigma in his own right, possessed a complexity that often eluded understanding. He embodied integrity and clarity in many aspects of his life, yet beneath the surface lay layers of unresolved tension and buried secrets.

One such secret, unearthed like a forgotten treasure chest, revealed itself in the form of a love letter detailing a transgression that bore fruit in the form of my youngest aunt. The revelation sent shockwaves through our family, illuminating shadows of doubt and suspicion that had long lingered in the background.

Questions swirl like a tempest in my mind, demanding answers that may forever remain elusive. Why did my grandfather harbor animosity towards my father? Did he question my father's paternity, and if so, why extend protection to only one "bastard child"? Was his behavior rooted in misogyny, or were there deeper layers of complexity at play?

The truth remains shrouded in the mists of uncertainty, leaving me to grapple with the legacy of a man I both loved and struggled to understand. It pains me to witness the slow erosion of his legacy, as family rifts and misunderstandings threaten to extinguish the flame of his memory.

Yet amidst the turmoil, glimmers of hope emerge like beacons in the darkness. In his final moments, my grandfather reached out, grasping for reconciliation and understanding. His words, though cryptic and laden with emotion, offered a fleeting glimpse into his innermost thoughts and desires.

As I navigate the labyrinthine corridors of my family history, I am reminded of the resilience inherent in the human spirit. Despite the shadows that threaten to engulf us, there is strength to be found in confronting our truths and embracing our identities.

In the face of uncertainty, I cling to the fragments of memory that remain, weaving them into a tapestry of understanding and acceptance. For it is through the prism of our shared experiences that we begin to unravel the tangled threads of our past, forging a path towards healing and reconciliation.

And so, I honor the legacy of my grandfather not with regret or resentment, but with a quiet determination to chart my own course amidst the tumult of family history. In his memory, I strive to breathe life into the fading embers of his legacy, carrying forward the lessons learned and the love shared, even as the sands of time continue to shift beneath our feet.

For in the end, it is not the secrets buried in shadows that define us, but the light we choose to shine upon them.

This is my story. This is our legacy.

Unraveling Generational Rage: Breaking Curses and Confronting Family Legacies

In the depths of my soul, I've long grappled with a fiery rage that seemed to burn endlessly, consuming every fiber of my being. For years, I searched for answers, trying to decipher the origins of this intense emotion that seemed to define me. And finally, amidst a whirlwind of experiences and revelations, I found clarity.

It's true, there have been countless moments in my life that have contributed to this rage, from the trauma of sexual abuse to the profound disappointment of witnessing my family's legacy unravel before my eyes. But beneath it all, I realized that I was born with this rage for a purpose far greater than myself.

As fate would have it, I am the one destined to break the shackles of generational curses that have haunted my lineage for far too long. This epiphany struck me with profound force as I volunteered at a fundraiser for a non-profit mental health services agency. Amidst the grandeur of the event, I couldn't help but ponder the fleeting nature of generational wealth.

My grandfather, once a man of humble beginnings who rose to obtain wealth, seemed to epitomize the elusive nature of success. Yet, in less than a generation, that wealth dissipated into thin air, leaving behind a trail of broken dreams and shattered hopes. It was in this realization that I understood the true weight of my rage.

My soul, burdened by the knowledge of what lay ahead, carried the emotional baggage of my ancestors. Through their struggles and triumphs, I inherited a legacy of pain and resilience, a legacy that demanded transformation.

But the journey was far from easy. Last year, as I watched my father's health deteriorate, I was confronted with the stark reality of familial neglect. Despite the riches that adorned our family's name, my father, the least favored child, was left to fend for himself in the face of adversity.

His dreams of prosperity thwarted by familial discord and societal prejudice, my parents sought to forge a path of their own in Honduras. Yet, at every turn, they were met with resistance and contempt, their aspirations dismissed by those who wielded power and privilege.

Even as they endeavored to become distributors for Coca-Cola, my grandfather's scornful words echoed in their ears, reminding them of their perceived place in society. And yet, in a cruel twist of fate, it was within the confines of the pulperia he built for another that his own mortality was laid bare.

My grandparents, blinded by their own greed and indifference, failed to consider the legacy they would leave behind. Their children, consumed by avarice and short-sightedness, squandered the wealth that was meant to secure the future of generations to come.

But amidst the chaos and despair, there is a glimmer of hope. For I am not alone in this fight. Somewhere, out there, lies the truth waiting to be unearthed, waiting for someone to step forward and confront the injustice that plagues our family.

And so, armed with the fire of generations past and the determination of a soul reborn, I march onward, ready to break the chains of despair and forge a new legacy—one built not on the foundation of wealth and privilege, but on the bedrock of justice and compassion.

For in the end, it is not the riches we amass or the titles we hold that define us, but the legacy we leave behind—the legacy of love, resilience, and the unwavering pursuit of truth.

From Poverty to Success: Reflections on Family, Identity, and Resilience

 In this heartfelt reflection, I embark on a journey through the intricate tapestry of my family's history, tracing our roots from impoverished neighborhoods in Honduras to moments of triumph and resilience. As I navigate the twists and turns of our shared narrative, I uncover profound insights into the complexities of identity, the legacy of poverty, and the enduring power of the human spirit.

In the heart of Honduras, amidst the bustling streets of impoverished neighborhoods, my family's story begins. Both maternal and paternal branches were firmly rooted in the struggle for survival, where each day presented new challenges and hardships to overcome. As I reflect on the tales passed down through generations, I'm reminded of the resilience and fortitude that defined our ancestors' daily lives.

Against all odds, my family emerged from the shadows of poverty to achieve remarkable feats of success. One shining example is my grandfather, who transcended his humble beginnings to become a beacon of hope for future generations. His ascent to the position of Minister of Defense in the early 1990s stands as a testament to the transformative power of perseverance and determination.

However, the journey towards success was not without its sacrifices. In pursuit of a better life, my parents made the difficult decision to emigrate to the United States, leaving behind the familiar comforts of home and severing ties with our extended family. This physical distance, coupled with the emotional detachment that had already begun to form, left a void in my heart—a longing for the familial bonds that once defined us.

Reflecting on my upbringing, I can't help but notice the echoes of the past reverberating through our family dynamics. Despite our outward success, the legacy of poverty lingered in the shadows, manifesting itself in the form of deeply ingrained mindsets and behaviors. It was as though we had left the hood behind, but the hood had never truly left us.

As I navigate the complexities of my identity, I find myself grappling with the dichotomy of my heritage and my present reality. The lessons imparted by my ancestors—the importance of resilience, the value of hard work—serve as guiding lights on my journey. Yet, I am also acutely aware of the need to carve out my own path, to transcend the limitations of the past and embrace the boundless possibilities of the future.

In the tapestry of my family's history, I find threads of resilience, determination, and unwavering hope woven together to form a narrative of triumph against adversity. Our journey from poverty to success is not just a reflection of our past, but a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit. As I continue to navigate the complexities of identity and heritage, I carry with me the lessons of the past while forging ahead with a renewed sense of purpose and possibility.

Reflecting on a Year Since You

As I sit down to write this, I can't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. April 14th marked what would have been our one-year anniversary, a date etched in my heart, once filled with hopes, dreams, and promises of forever. Yet, destiny had its own plans, diverging from the path I thought we were destined to tread together.

In the wake of our parting ways, I find myself grappling with a profound sense of loss, mourning not just the end of our relationship, but also the future I had envisioned with you by my side. There were moments when I believed you were the one I would spend the rest of my life with, building a future filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams.

However, as time unfolded, it became clear that our paths were meant to diverge, leading us to different destinations. Though initially shrouded in pain and uncertainty, this realization has brought with it a sense of clarity and newfound purpose.

In the aftermath of our separation, I've embarked on a journey of self-discovery, delving deep into the depths of my being to unearth the person I am beneath the layers of heartache and longing. Through introspection and reflection, I've come to realize that while our love was genuine, it was not meant to withstand the tests of time.

Yet, amidst the sorrow, there lies a silver lining—a profound sense of growth and transformation. In losing you, I have found myself. I have rediscovered my passions, rekindled old friendships, and forged new connections that have enriched my life in ways I never thought possible.

Through the pain of letting go, I have emerged stronger and more resilient, armed with the knowledge of what I truly want and deserve in a partner and in life. I've learned to cherish my independence, to embrace the beauty of solitude, and to nurture the relationships that bring joy and fulfillment into my life.

While our chapter together may have come to a close, I am grateful for the memories we shared, the lessons we learned, and the love that once bound us together. As I stand on the precipice of a new chapter, I do so with a sense of optimism and hope, knowing that the best is yet to come.

So, as I reflect on this one-year anniversary that never was, I choose to focus not on what could have been, but on the infinite possibilities that lie ahead. For in letting go of the past, I have opened myself up to a future filled with promise, purpose, and the endless potential for love and happiness.

And so, I bid farewell to yesterday and embrace the journey that lies ahead, knowing that whatever the future may hold, I am stronger, wiser, and infinitely more ready to face it head-on.

Seizing Opportunities with Humility and Grace: A Journey Beyond Competition

As I reflect on my own experiences, I realize that the path to success is not a solitary one but a collective journey shared with others. Since my arrival back to the States in 2017, I have embarked on a journey of personal and professional growth. I completed my bachelor's degree and, through dedication and perseverance, reached the title of Clinical Research Associate.

However, amidst these achievements, I must confess to feeling a sense of trepidation as I prepare to step into this new professional role. The fear of the unknown, the pressure to excel, and the weight of responsibility all weigh heavily on my mind. Yet, in the midst of this uncertainty, I find solace in the lessons of humility and grace.

Instead of viewing my peers as rivals in a never-ending race, I now see them as allies, each bringing their unique strengths and perspectives to the table. By embracing humility and grace, I've cultivated deeper connections and forged meaningful collaborations, enriching my journey in ways I never thought possible.

So, to anyone embarking on their own journey or navigating through the challenges of competition, I offer this simple advice – seize opportunities with humility and grace. Embrace the successes of others as if they were your own, and approach each new opportunity with an open heart and a humble spirit. For in the end, it is not the victories we achieve but the connections we forge and the lives we touch along the way that truly define our success.

As I continue to tread this path beyond the familiar shores of home, I carry with me the lessons of humility and grace, knowing that they will guide me through whatever challenges lie ahead. And in this corner of the earth, where smiles are the currency of connection, I find solace in the knowledge that true success is not measured by the heights we reach but by the depth of our humanity.

Navigating Disappointment: Embracing Non-Conformity in Love and Work

In a world where conformity often seems like the path to success, I've found myself constantly grappling with disappointment in both my love life and professional endeavors. Despite pouring my heart and soul into both arenas, I've often felt overlooked and misunderstood. But perhaps therein lies the crux of the matter – my refusal to adhere to societal presets.

Love Life:

In matters of the heart, disappointment has become a familiar companion. Time and again, I've found myself in relationships where my authentic self was deemed too unconventional, too challenging for my partners to embrace fully. Whether it was my unconventional interests, my refusal to adhere to traditional gender roles, or my unapologetic pursuit of personal growth, I've faced rejection and heartache more times than I care to admit. 

Professional Life:

Similarly, my career journey has been fraught with its own share of disappointments. Despite my passion, dedication, and undeniable skills, I've often found myself passed over for opportunities, sidelined for promotions, or undervalued in the workplace. It's as if my refusal to conform to corporate norms or play by the established rules has become a liability rather than an asset.

Non-conformity:

But here's the thing – I refuse to apologize for who I am. My refusal to conform is not a sign of weakness or incompetence; it's a testament to my authenticity and integrity. I firmly believe that true success and fulfillment can only be achieved by staying true to oneself, even if it means swimming against the tide.

In a world that often rewards conformity and punishes deviation, navigating disappointment can feel like an uphill battle. But I've come to realize that disappointment is not a sign of failure; it's a sign that I'm living life on my own terms. By embracing my non-conformity in both love and work, I'm not only honoring myself but also paving the way for a more authentic and fulfilling future.

Navigating the Journey of Healing: My Experience with Therapy

Growing up, I encountered challenges that left lasting scars, and as an educated psychologist myself, I thought I had the tools to navigate my own healing journey. However, when I finally decided to seek therapy, I was confronted with the harsh reality that there are no quick fixes or easy solutions.

Like many others, I yearned for my therapist to provide instant relief—to tell me that the world was wrong and I was right. I wanted to feel better, to escape the pain that had haunted me for so long. But instead of the immediate comfort I craved, therapy brought forth a flood of emotions and memories that I had long suppressed.

Confronting my trauma head-on was terrifying. It felt as though I was unraveling a tightly wound ball of yarn, only to find more knots and tangles lurking beneath the surface. The process was messy, painful, and at times, it seemed like things were getting worse before they could get better.

I realized that healing isn't linear—it's a journey filled with twists and turns, setbacks and breakthroughs. It requires courage to face the darkest corners of your mind and heart, and the willingness to sit with discomfort instead of seeking quick fixes.

Through therapy, I learned to embrace vulnerability and accept that healing takes time. It's not about finding someone to blame or absolving myself of responsibility—it's about reclaiming my power and rewriting my narrative. It's about acknowledging the pain of the past while also cultivating hope for the future.

Today, I am still on my healing journey, but I am no longer afraid to confront the shadows that once consumed me. I've come to realize that true healing comes from within—from honoring my experiences, nurturing self-compassion, and embracing the messy, beautiful journey of becoming whole again.

To anyone hesitant to start therapy or struggling along the way, know that you are not alone. Healing is possible, but it requires patience, perseverance, and a willingness to confront the uncomfortable truths that lie buried within. And remember, it's okay to ask for help—it's the first step towards reclaiming your story and finding peace within yourself.

Breaking the Silence: A Latina Woman's Journey Through Therapy

As a 38-year-old Latina woman the decision to embark on a journey of therapy five years ago was not an easy one. In Latino culture, there exists a pervasive stigma surrounding mental health and seeking professional help. We are often taught to keep our struggles to ourselves, to endure silently, and to put on a brave face no matter what.

For years, I internalized these messages, believing that seeking therapy was a sign of weakness or failure. I feared judgment from my family and community, worried about being labeled as "crazy" or "broken." But deep down, I knew I couldn't continue to ignore the pain and trauma that lingered beneath the surface.

So, with trembling hands and a heavy heart, I took the first step towards healing – I reached out for help. And thus began my journey through therapy – a journey marked by both profound challenges and incredible growth.

The ups and downs of therapy were like a rollercoaster ride, with moments of triumph and moments of despair. There were days when I felt like I was making tremendous progress, breaking through barriers and unraveling the knots of trauma that had bound me for so long. And then there were days when the weight of it all felt unbearable, when I questioned whether I had the strength to continue.But through it all, therapy provided me with a safe space to explore the depths of my emotions, to confront the ghosts of my past, and to learn healthier ways of coping with life's challenges. It gave me permission to be vulnerable, to express my fears and insecurities without judgment or shame.

One of the most significant hurdles I faced in therapy was overcoming the stigma ingrained within me by my culture. The fear of being seen as "weak" or "damaged" because I needed help was a constant battle. But with each session, I began to dismantle these harmful beliefs, realizing that seeking therapy was an act of strength and courage, not weakness.

Therapy has been instrumental in unraveling the layers of trauma that I carried as a Latina woman – the intergenerational wounds passed down through generations, the cultural expectations and pressures to endure suffering in silence. It has allowed me to reclaim my voice, my identity, and my worth.

To my fellow Latina sisters who may be grappling with similar struggles, I urge you to break the silence. Seek help, speak your truth, and know that you are not alone. Therapy is not a sign of weakness, but rather a powerful tool for empowerment and healing. And to those who may not fully understand the importance of therapy within the Latino community, I encourage you to educate yourselves, to challenge the stigma, and to create spaces of acceptance and support for those in need.

Together, we can shatter the silence surrounding mental health in our culture and pave the way for a future where seeking therapy is not only accepted but celebrated as an act of self-love and resilience.

Embracing Intuition: Feeling that Something Big and Wanted Is Coming My Way

Do you ever experience that subtle yet undeniable sensation that something significant is on the horizon? That feeling of anticipation, like a whisper from the universe gently nudging you forward? It's an intuitive knowing, a deep-seated belief that something big and wanted is making its way towards you, ready to unfold in your life.

Intuition is a powerful guiding force, often operating beyond the realms of logic and reason. It's that inner voice, that gut feeling, which speaks to us in moments of quiet reflection and amidst the chaos of everyday life. And when it whispers of something grand, something desirable, it's essential to heed its call and embrace the journey ahead.

For many of us, these intuitive inklings manifest in various forms – perhaps as a surge of inspiration, a series of synchronicities, or a profound sense of inner peace. It's as though the universe is conspiring in our favor, orchestrating events and opportunities that align with our deepest desires and aspirations.

Yet, embracing the notion that something big and wanted is approaching requires a willingness to surrender to the unknown, to trust in the unseen forces at play. It involves letting go of doubts and fears, and instead, opening ourselves up to the infinite possibilities that await us.

In these moments of anticipation, it's crucial to remain grounded and centered, anchoring ourselves in the present while remaining receptive to the gifts of the future. Practicing mindfulness and cultivating a sense of gratitude can help us stay attuned to the abundance that surrounds us, even as we eagerly anticipate what lies ahead.

Moreover, nurturing our intuition requires quiet introspection and self-awareness. By tuning into our inner guidance system – whether through meditation, journaling, or simply quiet contemplation – we can better discern the subtle whispers of intuition and distinguish them from the noise of doubt and uncertainty.

As we journey forward with this intuitive sense that something big and wanted is on its way, it's essential to maintain a sense of optimism and faith. While challenges may arise, and setbacks may occur, it's often these very obstacles that pave the way for growth and transformation, leading us closer to our ultimate destination.

So, if you find yourself experiencing that intuitive feeling that something significant is approaching, embrace it wholeheartedly. Trust in the process, have faith in your inner wisdom, and know that the universe is conspiring in your favor. For when we align ourselves with the flow of life and remain open to its infinite possibilities, miracles can indeed unfold before our very eyes.

Just take me as I am..

 Or have nothing at all...

According to Oxford languages, an ultimatum is a noun a final demand or statement of terms, the rejection of which will result in retaliation or a breakdown in relations. I find this definition to have a negative connotation. Why is enforcing your own personal boundaries in such a black and white way feel like a threat to anyone?

When I refer to an ultimatum I'm not thinking of it as a way to threat anyone to do something. I mean it as enforcing your own boundaries without compromising no matter how much it hurts. According to Shabnam Brady, " In collectivist cultures, family members identify closely with one another and often make decisions for the family as a whole rather than for the self. Sacrifice, honor and loyalty are some of the core values of such families and cultures. For example, saying no to the family or setting limits on simple family events or dinners may be perceived as selfish and rude." Yes, I know we didn't all grow in a collectivist culture but with my experience living in different countries this seems to be the quite normal everywhere.

I wish that many of us would take there time to really get to know who you are inside out. It's not an easy journey to delve into your innermost parts of who you are. Many of us are filled with trauma that we didn't even know we inherited. I believe that in order to be able to have authentic relationships with others then boundaries need to be placed. 

Many of us have been down and out, wrote about, talked about constantly, been up and down and pushed around. We all want to live with no regrets and be able to accept the past because we believe all those things helped shape who we we are and even though we have all felt lost and found we stand strong knowing there's a reason for everything. 

But once you decide to truly accept and love yourself you realize that sometimes you need to be adamant about your boundaries. Choose yourself even when you can't see clearly who that is, because the only person you will be in a relationship with for the rest of your life is yourself.

Never forget how far you've come

 Sometimes it's hard to really see your progress especially when you're in the thick of it. Life will always throw you a curve ball. I really wanted to grow my blog in 2023 but instead I was thrown into a caretaker role for my father. 

Now, I must admit that I took on the role thinking I would be able to handle it all. My father lives in a bodega in Honduras. It is the saddest thing to know who my grandparents were and how my father had decided to live his life. Nonetheless, I am proud that I was able to put aside so much pain and trauma and fully took on the role of the next of kin for the Serra family.

Taking the role on led to a lot of pain and stress. I finally took the lead to speak with truth and boldly called out the injustice being carried out by my father's sisters. This is still an ongoing legal situation so I can't really say much, except that the truth will be known and justice will be obtained.

In the midst of taking care of my dad, I was led to travel to Honduras quite a bit in 2023. This made my wheels turn because I really want to build a bridge between my worlds and make some money at the same time. But instead I was met with a person I have loved for a very long time.

Here I was in the most delicate situation and out of nowhere God led me to a man I have loved for a long time but never felt adequate for him. Ive been in therapy for 5 years and thought if I don't let him know I will never know.

Well, it all was going well till it wasn't. Getting ready to marry and then it all went down the drain. This experience had led me to take a real good look at my life and what I want and how I want to go about it. It has also led me to see how hard I've worked to get to where I am. Don't let anyone else's insecurities become yours!