I wrote this poem in June of 2024.

my exes should all get a participation trophy
for dating me, for marrying me,
for putting up my madness
for becoming muses of my poetry
unwillingly, unintentionally
for surviving the rollercoaster
that is me

He looked at me like no oneβs
ever looked at me
He kissed me with an unquenchable
passion unforeseen
And he touched me, my body
And my soul the way no one ever could
He hugged me tight enough so I felt
The entire essence of him, the past twenty years
Of everything we ever felt for each other
Twenty years of lust, obligations, lies,
Hatred, resentment, passion, memories, life,
And LOVE
In his arms I felt like I was me AGAIN
I wrote this poem in June of 2024.

I hope this story is buried for a final time
and you donβt pop up again
and I have to play whack an asshole
once again
blocking you on yet another platform
would the universe be kind enough this time
for it to be good riddance forever
cause Iβm tired of my past mistakes
to constantly come out of nowhere
to disturb my present

It dwells in the back of my mind-
Could this be too good to be true?
Will he need distance soon?
Insecurity takes over after finding
something so sure.
Insecurity tells me Iβm not good enough.
Insecurity tells me that I donβt deserve him.
Insecurity tells me one day this will end
and it will be absolutely devastating.
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Recession-Proof: Staying Sharp When the Bottom Drops Out by Ian Garza
When the economy tanks, the air changes. People move differently. You feel it in the supermarket aisle, where heads tilt at price tags like they’re trying to solve a riddle in a foreign language. Maybe youβre there, pen hovering over a notebook, drafting your next pitch while wondering if peanut butter can be considered a luxury item now. Recessions have a way of pushing people into the deep end, but oddly, thatβs where the best swimmers emerge. The trick is less about bracing for impact and more about learning to glide with the current. Here are seven ways to make the chaos work for you, journal in hand and mind on fire.
Cut Costs, Not Corners
You donβt need to become a coupon-clipping caricature to start slicing your expenses with surgical precision. Start by conducting a cold, heartless audit of your monthly costsβsubscriptions, takeout, half-used gym membershipsβand ask yourself which of them you’d defend in a court of law. Reallocate the scraps toward things that either earn money or preserve your sanity. Groceries, for instance, offer massive wiggle room if youβre smart about what hits the cartβsave money on groceries by swapping brand loyalty for nutritional label scrutiny. Donβt eat out of boredom or habit, eat with purpose. A recession isnβt a punishment; itβs a new set of rules, and frugality is a game you can win.
Skill Up or Ship Out
Those who thrive during downturns donβt wait for job boards to dictate their worth. If your industryβs shaking like a leaf, shift your gaze toward sectors that donβt flinch when markets doβhealthcare, IT, education, logistics. Thereβs a buffet of free online courses that can turn idle time into economic leverage. Learn Excel if you’re breathing. Pick up copywriting, coding, or UX design between episodes of that comfort show youβve already seen four times. Skills are portable power, and adding new ones doesnβt just insulate your incomeβit inflates your confidence. The job may not be instant, but the momentum is.
The Side Hustle Shuffle
You donβt need to start a Shopify store selling ornamental cacti to qualify as an entrepreneur, but having a second income stream isnβt a luxury anymoreβitβs a survival tactic. Whether itβs reselling thrifted clothes or offering dog walking in your neighborhood, a side hustle doesnβt have to be revolutionary. It just has to work. Take an honest inventory of what you’re good at and find the angleβstart a side hustle that fits into your existing life, not the other way around. It might start small, maybe laughably so, but consistency snowballs. One gig turns into a rhythm, and suddenly, your βjust in caseβ income becomes your βthank God I didβ lifeline.
Write It Out
Thereβs something quietly defiant about writing things down when the world feels untethered. Journaling isnβt about profound revelations or poetic flairβitβs about evidence. Document your spending, your mood, your micro-victories. Create a log of sanity that future-you will be grateful for. The benefits of journaling during tough economic spells are both psychological and strategicβit can help you track your patterns, spot opportunities, and process fear without letting it drive. For writers, itβs a gym session. For everyone else, itβs cheap therapy that never talks back.
Invest in a Home Warranty
Nothing torpedoes a fragile budget like a busted HVAC or a rogue refrigerator. When repair costs punch a surprise hole in your wallet, having a home warranty isnβt just smartβitβs protective armor. These plans can cover major systems and appliances, offering a reliable safety net when unexpected breakdowns hit. The key is picking coverage that doesnβt just slap a Band-Aid on the issue. Find one that includes the removal of defective units and protects against breakdowns caused by botched repairs or sloppy installsβthis page is a good resource for comparing that kind of nuanced coverage. Youβre not betting on things going wrong. Youβre admitting they will, and preparing accordingly.
Community Over Chaos
Isolation is expensive, both emotionally and practically. Reaching out to neighbors, local groups, or church networks isn’t just good mannersβitβs fiscal strategy. Thereβs a staggering array of local community resources offering everything from food distribution to financial counseling, yet many go untapped. Itβs not charity. Itβs infrastructureβone that exists precisely for this kind of moment. Volunteering also doubles as networking. You help others while subtly reinforcing your own safety net, a win-win most spreadsheets canβt quantify.
Mind Over Money
Financial fear corrodes slowly, eating away at confidence and sleep and even relationships. Address it like you would any other health issueβdiagnose, manage, treat. Donβt ignore your stress or trivialize it. And donβt obsessively refresh stock tickers or headline feeds. Use breathing techniques, therapy apps, and if needed, professional help. Learn how to manage financial stress in a way that doesnβt involve locking yourself in a doomscroll loop until 2 a.m. The money part is real. The mental toll is realer. You need both ends intact if youβre going to make it through with anything resembling grace.
Thereβs no single blueprint for surviving a recession because recessions donβt care about blueprints. They bulldoze predictability and force reinvention. But they also burn away distractions and push people toward clarity. Whether youβre writing it out, hustling at night, or just trying to keep your fridge running without inviting financial ruin, the throughline remains the same: adapt with intention. You donβt have to thrive every day. You just need to keep movingβand that, on the worst days, is a kind of success all its own.
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De nuevo estoy aquΓ
en el mismo sitio
De los dΓas de mi rebeldΓa
De los amores sin amor
De las aventuras sin cobardΓa
De los lazos que nunca existieron
De la soledad sin aquel tristeza
Y el amor
Que nunca los dos sentimos
I wrote this poem in June of 2024. It was inspired by the disappearance of little Latina girl in my area that I didn’t feel was getting enough media attention.

I pray for the little brown girl lost in Gainesville
the one thatβs my sonβs age
the one that looks like my sister at that age
the one who has my mamiβs name
I pray sheβs found alive
I pray that she finds warmth in her parents
arms soon
I pray more of a big deal is made out of
her disappearance
and sheβs found quickly
because Iβm sure that if this little girl
had been a jonbenet look alike
more would have been done to find her
and bring her back to her family
her community
thatβs been missing her greatly

I canβt live without you another day
But I have to stay away
You are now part of my past
To you, I was another piece of ass
Even though I wish your love was mine
Without you, I will be just fine
Because no matter how weak I get
The memory of you, I must learn to forget
So with these few words I may win the war
On loving you no more
I wrote this poem in May of 2024.

Iβm ready for steak dinners and an expensive bottle of chardonnay
shared over awkward getting to know you conversations
with no expectations to put out
Iβll be a completely different woman when Iβm dating again
a woman selective about who allows near her
a woman who no longer seeks validation and attention
from the wrong men

I saw him in a new light-
In the light of the most intoxicating feelings of love
I didnβt want to at all-
But he made it all so easy-
Loving him is like breathing
I went from a bitter and depressed woman
filled with constant existential dread
to this new woman filled
with laughter and hope–
Maybe just maybe his love
cured the pessimist in me
Maybe just maybe his love
Changed me
I wrote this poem in May of 2024.

a glass of champagne in my hand as I raise a toast
who I used to be
a woman mentally ill and needy
a woman who gave men easy access to her hips
a woman who thought intimacy could only be created
and felt in between her sheets
we say goodbye to the his woman lovingly
as we usher a new era of me
a woman who knows her worth
and wonβt settle of anything less
than she deserves

There is a border around you
Cemented with callousness
Every now and then
I see glimpses of good-
Within you
But only on the nights
When you are drunk and lonely
Only the nights
When you want my skin
To cover yours
You give me orgasms
And sweet compliments
And fill me up with lies-
And the day after
Your border is closed
Its impenetrable
So hard to break through
So hard to keep loving you
So I give up
Every time I TRY
To chisel a little at it
My heart hurts
and breaks a little more
So I”ll stop trying to break through
No matter how happy you make me
For a few hours
Youβre not worth
Days, weeks, and months
Of misery
escribi este poema en mayo del 2024.

soy la poeta maldita del siglo 21
atormentada, depresiva, dramatica,
salvaje, sin vergΓΌenza, obsesionada
con la muerte
y las poetas malditas de siglos
antepasados
soy la peor pesadilla de esta sociedad
machista
me vestirΓ© con un aire rosado y dulce
pero de mi boca saldrΓ‘ una energΓa
feminista y salvaje
y me valdrΓ‘ madre incomodar a la gente
y no me importara del “que dirΓ‘nβ
y por eso me consideran
una arma maldita y peligrosa
en la sociedad

Again and again and again
-I let you back in
You take me in passionately
and intensely
And without thinking
Iβm back in your arms
And for the briefest of moments
I believe you love me
Loneliness makes one blind
To the sad reality
You just like the convenience of my hips
Lust makes one blind
To the hard truth
You just like to use
The warmth of my body
To covers yours
At your leisure
I wrote this poem in May of 2024.

I look forward to the day when Iβm no longer known as the writer with BPD
when I no longer make my mental illness a part of my brand
when Iβm no longer dependent on my ex husband
and antipsychotics to survive
when I finally start to resemble something like a normal person
and not the vehement emotional mess I usually am