It’s been a while since I last landed in your inbox.
Not because I forgot about you — but because I’ve been in the quiet step back I didn’t know I needed.
The truth?
I hit burnout.
Since November of last year, coming up for air has felt like a struggle.
And as a Latina, it’s not hard to feel the weight of the pain, grief, and madness in our current political climate. But for me, it wasn’t just “out there” — it hit something deep inside.
It triggered memories of my own journey from El Salvador. Of the things I had to learn, the ways I had to bend and mold myself just to “fit” in. It’s the reason I’ve built spaces so others never feel like they don’t belong, aren’t supported, or unseen. It’s why I wear my Latina pride like a flag and a blessing.
But even with that pride, I was quietly navigating my own grief.
Grief over my self-identity.
Grief over feeling like I didn’t speak up enough, do enough, or be enough — for my family, my friends, my community, or my work.
Everything around me started to crumble. The darkest corners of my mind felt more familiar than my own heart. And so… I stayed quiet.
Because how do you explain what’s going on inside you when you can’t even name it yourself?
But I knew this: the only person who could bring me back was me.
So I rebuilt — slowly, intentionally, from the ground up.
I set boundaries.
I carved a schedule that worked for my mental health.
My circle got smaller, safer.
I turned to nature and the sun for energy.
I became a certified Human Design coach.
And somewhere in that process, I realized I wasn’t the same woman anymore.
I grieved the past version of me, but I also celebrated her. Her story is how I got here, and she will never be forgotten.
Now, I’m rewriting my story — a blank canvas, on my terms. No titles. No labels. No pressures. Just my heart and my spirit.
I am enough. I always have been.
And it’s time to show you that you are, too.
Thank you for being here. This is just the beginning of our journey together.
With love and truth,
Bessy 💜