Throughout this journey, I’ve been forced to look inward in ways I never had before. To examine every part of who I am, not just the person the world sees, but the person I carry within.
This year has been heavy. Traumatizing for many, for various reasons. As I walk this path, I share my pain for the Hispanic and Latino community, for the struggles and silent battles that too often go unseen.
What I share here is more than my story of violence. I share my inner thoughts. My fears. My truth.
Healing, for me, was never just about appointments. It wasn’t just a list of specialists or a series of diagnoses. It was layer upon layer of therapy (physical, cognitive, and psychological), a slow and often painful process of rebuilding what was broken, both in my body and in my spirit
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