la desgracia me desgasta y casi me mata porque amo en una forma inmensa y pura y cuando el amor me abandona quiero morir y digo, esta última desgracia se siente como un terremoto catastrófico y prefiero cortarme mis venas que sentir esto denuevo
I’ve written dozens and dozens of poems about our story of lust and love but today I found your purpose with you I found inspiration and motivation to make myself better hoping you could really love me hoping you wouldn’t see me as just a sexual commodity hoping to make myself worthy of you and while now I see it was a delusion of mine to do all of these things for your love it still helped me to become better than before it still brought me the resilience, strength and courage to start living the life I always wanted to live and plan the future I had always dreamed of with you and after you- I became the empowered woman I am today and for that I thank you
So I had planned on writing this blog post early this month around mid December for my blogging anniversary but life and depression got in the way along with the most chaotic holiday season. I remember last year, I had all of these big plans to rebrand myself into something that has to do less with my mental illness and more to do with who I am as a writer and storyteller but it didn’t happen and tbh, I don’t when and if it will. In fact, I didn’t know that the payment on this website was up for renewal until the morning it happened and oh, boy, was that a bit of a surprise to my bank account but I took it as a sign to keep going with this thing however I can. So for now, it will remain with the same name, same storytelling format and same brand of crazy. I hope to go back to more poetry reviews and more blog posts about mental health and writing but we’ll see. I am proud of myself for keeping this blog going and that I have done this for 14 years and I’ve done it consistently for the past 4 years. Here’s the update from last year.
I think one reason, I keep this thing going is because this blog and writing in general grounds me in a way nothing can when the world feels beyond chaotic and I feel like the earth is going to swallow me whole that makes me want to give up. This year has been good in many ways and I’ll get to that part in a bit but I have to be honest for a bit about how bad my mental health got. It got to a rock bottom that I haven’t been in years. There were many factors that contributed to this and just extenuating life circumstances and kept dog piling on and on until my brain broke for a bit . Let’s also take into account that I am working class Latina immigrant living in America who’s constantly living in a state of hypervigilance worried for my family’s safety. Also, as the main provider of my household, I feel all of the pressure on top of me to mask, mask, mask even as I’m breaking. Like my mom would say, “a mal rato, buena cara” which translates to “put on a brave face for a bad time” or something like that. I try my best to do this mostly for other people’s benefit because duh, no one wants to be around a depressed bitch cause it’s just such a buzzkill. And while, yes, I could seek out help such as therapy or get better meds;however, lack of financial resources and time prevents me from doing this. Also, lately, I question whether that’s needed since I feel like I’ve even been able to dig myself out of my rock bottoms of depression with the coping skills already acquired. As of now, I’m okay for the most part, my life isn’t bad; it just that my brain chemistry is a little fucked at times. I just wanted to write a bit about my great depression of 2025 because I’ve always been honest and candid about my mental health in this blog. It’s part of my story this year that can’t be ignored especially when I plan blog content for November and December of this year. Below is a video of me looking ugly and depressed in November talking about how I got comfort from couch rotting while watching Mexican Classic Movies as I planned blog content for April:
Now, that we’ve talked about the hard part of this year; let’s move on the good and joyous things that have happened in my life. I got hip surgery in late January of last year and it’s been life changing not to live with chronic hip and knee pain. My three kids are thriving and doing good. My parents moved closer to me and they’re now 10 minutes away which is a godsend. I decided to submit to Magazines and literary journals and I’ve been published more than a few times. Here’s a link to my publications :
This has been a part of my dream come true for me that’s filled me with a sense of accomplishment and contentment. I’ll add that I have encountered way more than my fair share of rejections and sometimes this is disheartening but I’m too stubborn a bitch to give up so I keep submitting. In June, I was the featured poet at Word of Mouth, a monthly poetry open mic event I’ve been going to since 2016. This is something I manifested last December in a virtual writing workshop. It’s still wild to me that it happened. Also ,I met someone in April through a dating app and I’ve been dating him. It’s been nice and a bit complicated at times because well, I’m still a bit of a hot mess when it comes to relationships. I won’t say much except that it has inspired all types of poetry. So, while, yes my mental health has been a dumpster fire at times; good things still happened to me this year .
me on 1/1/2026 with my ponytail in the wind
Anyways, here is where I thank my followers and anyone who has followed my brand of crazy for years. This is incredibly encouraging to me and I am beyond humbled anytime I get a like, a comment, and a new follower. When I started blogging consistently 4 years ago cause I was a sad, enraged, jealous, vindictive, heartbroken and insane bitch with a story to tell; I’d never imagine anyone would like my brand of crazy or resonate with it . I’d never imagined that something simple like this blog would mold me into the writer and woman I wanted to be and 4 years later, I’d sitting here tons better than where I started. I want to add that I’m also on other social media platforms and here’s my page for that and also, I’m always open to collaborations or featuring your poems, your stories, your articles on my blog :
me on New Year’s Eve manifesting a year of calm and peace
Another new year, and there are no resolutions Another new year and no better or new me Another new year, and I’ll keep my expectations low With a cautious dose of faith and hope I want a year full of peace and calm Where love for myself continues to be enough Writing, running, and working fill up my time Another new year and loneliness is not eating me up and freedom feels like solitude and this vacation from dating feels heavenly and music and books are all of the pleasure I need Another new year, and I just want to continue this journey of healing from the past and self-discovery It’s another new year, and for once, I have everything I want in life
are we going in time with our lack of rights with prejudices more overt- this is suppose to be a first world country and yet no one is safe sending my child to school i pray he’ll come back in one piece going to work I hope a mentally ill or disgruntled employee doesn’t walk in with revenge in his mind and a gun in his hand and i’m even afraid of sex birth control isn’t fool proof and I’d be forced to carry an oops are we going to back in time or is this the new America?
apathetic voter
full of apathy-i no longer have the faith and hope in government I once had i’m starting to think that renouncing my homeland was a waste to become an American thinking my vote counted for something, that it meant something aside from the ease of traveling my situation is still the same a working class reality where I’m still struggling a high functioning mental case doing her best to survive in a country that thrives on capitalism
polls
must I go to the polls and vote? everyone tells me I must to maintain my rights and for my future but lately I feel apathetic about it all- feeling I’ve never made a difference feeling like it’s so much bullshit but since I’ve heard Nazi sympathizers are in this race and I’m an other I”m forced to go to the stupid polls for mine and my loved ones survival
these poems are from 2022 and I’m more disillusioned than ever with the government. I’ve always leaned towards being a liberal/democrat and while I’ll still go out there and vote for whatever is deemed the “lesser evil”, I absolutely hate that we don’t have a third option that’s way more humane. And for anyone who thinks, “well, you should go back to your country”, at this point, I am working on having that as an option in the near future. Going back to Peru last year and this year has given me a new perspective about everything my parents gave up to immigrate to this country and it’s overwhelming because it was a lot. While I understand their reasons and while Peru does not have the most stable government either, the quality of life there seems better in a lot of ways. Who knows what will happen next year with the elections but I’m making sure my kids have their passports and I keep my connections with family and friends in Peru.
I wish I could forgive everyone who did me harm- but something in me won’t allow me too maybe it’s unprocessed trauma that still wants to speak- about every single atrocity I’ve experienced at the hands of those who said they care for me and love me I really wish I was better than this- constantly holding onto these old grudges but something in me still needs to heal so I can stop obsessing about revenge
outgrowing old patterns is like I’m shedding my skin And new healthy skin is replacing it at times I want to scream and feel like I’m dying and other times I’m fine Am I finally close to recovery from BPD?
The way my body feels as my legs take flight brings freedom to my soul It brings me a sense of amazement thinking of how I went from couch potato to a woman who needs a run in the sun to feel grounded, to feel sane
And just when I think I have it all figured out– Everything falls apart again the universe has a funny way of humbling me just when I think I finally have it together When does it get easier? Am I being punished for not conforming to society’s expectations of me? Should I be sorry for not wanting to just be a wife and mother? Will I ever be free of society’s shackles thrusted upon me?
I don’t recognize the Stranger in the mirror- the me whose face has more chiseled features with a stronger jawline and haunted eyes There is no idealism or fantasies of love in her eyes Instead, she stares back at me with a look of strength and determination- like she’s saying – “You’re your own savior “ and “There’s no such thing as Prince Charming” -“The princess has been left behind and you’re now a Queen”
He’ll ask me, “How are you? And I wanted to say– “Miserable. Bad. sad. I hate you. I wished for your death a thousand times. I miss you. I love you.” Instead, I said, “I’m okay” And in the silence between our texts I wondered “Why? Why did he come back? Why did I let him back in ? Why do I love him?”
There were parts of myself I forgot when I was with you I forgot my self worth I forgot my dignity I forgot my self confidence I made the mistake of placing my worth and happiness in your unsure hands I made the mistake of giving you my heart I made the mistake of not knowing when to walk away I made the mistake in believing you would change I made the mistake of wasting my time and love on you
I feel left out by my friends and I cry and whine “they hate me, I’m not good enough for them” my voice of reason tells me “it will be okay, you don’t need them” it’s my sister
I break down in the middle of the sidewalk and cry and scream “I’m unworthy of love, I’ll be alone forever” my voice of reason tells, “that’s not true, you just need to focus on you boo” It’s my son
my voice of reason has comforted me and loved me unconditionally my voice of reason keeps me from going under
this prodigal daughter got accidental bangs in Lima
the prodigal daughter returns to a homeland that she barely remembers it’s been 32 years since she stepped foot on Peruvian soil and this feeling is unworldly-indescribable-unimaginable she was a child when she left never quite understanding the whys or hows of her family’s immigration journey in her adopted homeland, she suffered through hardships and failures but the ancestors always protected her from drowning in the immense waves of chaos and disasters, she ended up being tossed in and she’ll go to their graves and pay reverence to them for shielding her from danger the prodigal daughter returns, and she feels nostalgia rushing into her body and mind she is finally where she belongs
I’ve tried on the role of the fun and sexy mistress and failed every single time I need to be the main character in my lover’s story and not relegated to a dirty secret the side chick that’s good enough to fuck but not good enough for a relationship status my love is immense and beautiful and not for those cowards who don’t want all of it I’m an Incan Goddess mixed with Peruvian aristocracy I’m royalty and will treated as such