Something whispers to me that everything is going to be fine.
It always has been, ¿no?

No matter the storm, no matter how heavy the night feels, life finds a way to move the clouds.
In the moment, we panic.. running through every possible disaster, imagining shadows that never arrive.
And yet… we survive.
We always do.

Animals seem to know this truth better than we do.
Birds never fly in circles of worry.
A dog greets you at the door with no memory of yesterday’s troubles, only joy.
A cat spends the day perched by the window, purring in the sunlight asking for nothing except a little food and a place to rest, meow…
Nature carries no anxiety… only presence.

I returned from South America still glowing from the inside.
Eighteen days in Colombia: mornings con demasiado Juan Valdez, paragliding over the mountains like one of those carefree birds, climbing the painted stairs of Comuna 13, eating too many arepas, sitting in ceremonies where ancient wisdom flowed like water.
For a time, I forgot the weight of the world.
The Paisas, the music, even the panhandlers in Medellín welcomed me without suspicion.
And in their welcome, I felt light.

But returning home, the weight was waiting.
The problems I left behind stood exactly where I had abandoned them, like an old toothache I had been avoiding, knowing the dentist’s chair was inevitable.

I have been living inside dysfunction, sometimes running from it, sometimes hiding behind my best curated moments on social media.
I prayed for change, but prayers without action are only whispers into the wind.
I’ve been gaslit, used, manipulated.
Silence became my armor, and small outbursts my only relief.

But in Colombia, I remembered:
Some of us are chosen to be the black sheep.
We are called to break what our families could not.
Sometimes loyalty is thicker than blood.
And sometimes, dinero speaks louder than loyalty.
The path forward might even mean burning bridges… and never looking back.

Maybe I am rambling.
But I am close.. so close.. to returning to the version of myself you remember.
The content is already being built, quietly, waiting.
I always bring you with me, don’t I?
Even those of you who never say a word, I recognize you in the eyes, in the silence between us. Everything that you don’t say. Everytime.
Gracias for walking with me.

So here is what I tell myself, and what I hope you will tell yourself when worry comes:

Stop.
Breathe.
Look back at every impossible moment you’ve lived through.
The nights you didn’t think you’d survive or when it was too much to bear.
And see where you are now. You’ve always made it didn’t you?

The only way out… is through.
And hasn’t life always always found its perfect way of working itself out?

Every little thing, is gon be alright.