Category: #healing-ish
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Vicks Cures Everything — The Puerto Rican Parenting Series
There wasn’t a single thing Vicks Vaporub couldn’t cure in a Puerto Rican household.Fever? Vicks.Cough? Vicks.Mosquito bite? Vicks.Heartbreak? Guess what — still Vicks. If you so much as sneezed, my mom didn’t ask for symptoms.She just appeared out of nowhere with that little blue jar like a first responder with supernatural powers.“Put it on your…
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Because I Said So — The Puerto Rican Parenting Series
“¡Porque yo dije!”That was the beginning and end of every argument in my house.No logic. No discussion. No “we’ll talk later.”Just instant obedience — or consequences. My mom didn’t negotiate. She demanded.You didn’t need to understand why.You just needed to move.Fast. There was raised volume, raised eyebrows, and raised chancletas.And somehow, we turned out fine…
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Reparenting the Chaos
Sometimes I think my inner child and I are in a toxic relationship.She wants attention at the worst possible times — like right before a deadline or when I’m trying to sleep.She’s loud, dramatic, and clearly allergic to logic.And honestly? Same. But lately, I’ve been trying to reparent her.To give her what she needed back…
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It’s Not Avoidance, It’s Selective Peace
Once upon a time, I used to respond to every text, every question, every “we need to talk.”Now? I respond when my nervous system says it’s safe. It’s not avoidance.It’s selective peace. Because not everything deserves access to your energy — especially the things that keep you stuck in the same emotional group chat you’ve…
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Emotional Support Main Character (a.k.a. We’re All Just Guessing)
Somehow, I became the emotional support friend.The one who knows how to calm everyone down, fix the vibe, crack a joke, and find the bright side when the ship is clearly sinking. It’s like the universe said, “You seem responsible enough for everyone’s feelings,” <cue wicked cackle>and I just… forgot to read the fine print.…
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Apologies I’ll Probably Never Say Out Loud
I owe a few (maybe more) people an apology.Not enough to actually reach out — let’s not get crazy —but enough to mentally whisper “my bad” before moving on with my day. So, here they are.The apologies I’ll probably never say out loud: I’m sorry for the text I never answered.In my defense, I read…
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The Soft Girl Under the Spikes
I wasn’t born with an attitude — I built one.One eye roll, one sarcastic comment, one “don’t mess with me” look at a time.Mixed with the single raised eyebrow, the smirk, and the built-in RBF. Call it self-preservation.Call it personality.Call it fear.Either way, it worked. Because somewhere between growing up too fast and being told…
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I Said I’m Healing, Not Holy
Listen—I’m doing the work.I journal. I breathe. I even let things go.(Ok, not everything, but like… a few things.) But every now and then, someone decides to test me,and my higher self has to physically hold my lower self back like,“Girl. Not today. We’re trying to evolve.” Because healing doesn’t mean I turned into a…
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Chaos Crowns Us. Magic Follows Us.
Some days it feels like the universe forgot to hit save.Everything glitches, people flake, the plan catches fire—and somehow you’re the one holding the extinguisher and the lighter. And there you are—staring at the mess like,“Oh, cool. A new plot twist. I love that for me.” The group chat’s dry, the vibe’s off,and the only…
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Brain Says Rest, Anxiety Says “One More Thing”
(aka: The Bedtime Battle Royale) It’s 2:47 a.m.I’ve done the skincare.The hair’s up in a messy bun that could double as a weapon.The lights are off. The vibe is calm.My brain? LOUD.She waits all day to start her shift.No thoughts from 9 to 5, but the moment I lay down — My brain’s like, “Hey,…
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The Group Chat Is My Therapist
You ever start typing “not me spiraling but…”and suddenly you’re trauma-dumping into a 3-way chat with women who should honestly be billing you hourly? Same, mama. Same. The group chat is where I go to process every emotion I don’t have the insurance for.We don’t do copays — we do memes, unsolicited advice,and share our…
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The Chaos & Charm Aesthetic
Chaos & Charm didn’t pick this look by accident.It’s curated chaos — bougie enough to slay, unhinged enough to relate. The galaxy energy?That’s possibility.It’s the universe whispering,“Girl… anything can happen next.” The hat and the shadows?That’s confidence.Not loud — just undeniable.A vibe so strong it doesn’t need a smile to be understood. Our style isn’t…
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We Don’t Do Perfect Here
Perfection is boring.Predictable.And honestly… exhausting. Real life is tripping over absolutely nothing, laughing so you don’t cry, and then pretending it was totally part of the choreography. The best stories come from the chaos —the “yo, for real?” moments, 🤦🏽♀️the plot twists no one ordered,and the questionable decisions we’ll laugh about later(laugh, cry…same thing). We’re…
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Chaos & Charm: The Origin Story
It all started with a meltdown.Not the graceful, cinematic kind—more like the ugly-cry-on-the-bathroom-floor kind. Life felt like a blender with the lid off.Work. Bills. Relationships. Family group chats that should come with a warning label. And somewhere in the chaos, I realized… maybe this is the story.The mess. The madness. The magic that somehow shows…
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