HEALING OUT LOUD

When I first started sharing my feelings, posting on my personal Instagram about my journey, I didn’t expect much. At the time, my account was private. I was protective about who I let in, keeping it close to family and friends who I knew held positive thoughts for me and my children.

But then something happened. People who had been part of my life at different times started reconnecting. Friends who now live far away reached out again. Even those who had never met Sean told me that, through my posts, they could feel the joy and love that filled our life together.

So many people wrote to me. Some even shared the parts of their own stories that no one usually shows on Instagram, the sadness, the struggles, the failures. One message, from a friend in Venezuela, stunned me: she said that reading about my love for Sean gave her the courage to make a life changing decision about her marriage. It blew my mind. It showed me the true power of sharing.

Of course, my intention wasn’t to influence anyone else’s decisions about their marriage. And all I wish for her, and for everyone reading is the absolute best. My intention was simply to find a way to release what was inside me. I am a true believer in love and marriage and family. Ours was a ride-or-die kind of love.

I’m an immigrant in a cold country, far from the warm openness of Latin America, where “mi casa es tu casa.” Here, where connections can feel harder to build, writing and sharing became my way of breathing, my way of showing that real love, true, profound love, does exist.

And with that comes another truth: we only get one life. Every second, every day matters, because we never know when it might be the last. That is how I want to live, from the heart, with depth, with freedom. Without fear of judgment, and always choosing what makes me and my children truly happy.

That is why I keep healing out loud. For me. For my kids. And with the hope that, in some small way, it might help others, too.