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I didn’t ask for the struggle. But I did learn how to rise from it. This is a story about shame, survival, and the quiet power of speaking your truth.
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All for a pair of leather Converse All-Stars.Some of us are born into stories we didn’t choose.
Others are born into stories someone else tried to escape.
I was born into both—and it shaped everything.
My mother fled Castro’s Cuba, pregnant and alone.
My father never made it out.
I never met him.
We survived on food stamps and grit.
She beat Valium. I beat silence.
But shame? That one took longer.
If you’ve ever felt like you started ten steps behind, this is for you.
My Origin Story Wasn’t Mine to Choose
My mother was in her early 40s when she left everything behind.
She had applied to leave Cuba long before she met my father. That kind of application marked you—a gusano, a traitor.
When her number came up, she didn’t hesitate.
She was pregnant with me.
My father was supposed to follow. He didn’t.
A few letters. A few calls. That was all.
She raised me alone, on welfare. Battling postpartum depression. Hooked on Valium.
A government social worker helped her get clean.
The Jehovah’s Witnesses gave her structure and a social outlet. Something to lean on.
I didn’t have two parents.
I didn’t have much of anything.
By 11, I had a paper route.
All for a pair of leather Converse All-Stars.
Because Pro-Keds looked poor. And I was tired of looking poor.
I didn’t dream of riches.
I just dreamed about getting out and getting by.
1. Shame Grows in Silence—So Speak
Shame thrives in silence—but even the smallest light breaks through.I didn’t know what shame was.
I just knew I didn’t want anyone asking about my father.
Or about our food situation.
Or about what we did on Sundays.
So I performed.
I stayed quiet.
I kept my head down.
But hiding doesn’t heal anything. It only multiplies what hurts.
The day I gave myself permission to tell the truth—everything changed.
✅ Action Step:
Journal the part of your story you’ve never said out loud. Let it be raw. Let it be yours.
📚 Recommended:
Daring Greatly by Brené Brown
Why it helps: Shame can’t survive being seen.
2. Your Beginning Isn’t Your Boundary
Where you start isn’t where you have to stay. Lift your eyes—your path is still unfolding.I didn’t grow up with ambition.
I grew up with survival skills.
No father. No cushion. No blueprint.
So I kept my head down. I worked. I hoped something would shift.
What I didn’t know?
Adversity doesn’t just take—it teaches.
It taught me grit.
It taught me creativity.
It taught me to see people others overlook.
The things that tried to break me?
They were quietly making me.
✅ Action Step:
Write down three things life tried to steal from you—and one strength that grew in its place.
📚 Recommended:
The Deepest Well by Dr. Nadine Burke Harris
Why it helps: It connects your childhood wounds to your present healing.
3. You Don’t Have to Earn What’s Already Yours
She didn’t earn that love. She simply received it. That’s the picture of grace.I was always chasing approval.
Trying to earn rest, love, belonging.
Trying to prove I wasn’t broken.
But I’ve learned this the hard way:
Worth isn’t something you earn.
It’s something you already carry.
Even now, I have to remind myself.
Even now, I sometimes forget.
But the days I remember?
They feel like freedom.
✅ Action Step:
Speak this over yourself daily: I am worthy of love, healing, and joy—not because of what I do, but because of who I am.
📚 Recommended:
Try Softer by Aundi Kolber
Why it helps: Because pushing harder doesn’t heal your nervous system.
You’re Not the Absence. You’re What Came After.
You’re not the gap that was left. You’re the story that rose from it.I didn’t get to choose my beginning.
But I get to choose how it ends.
I am not what I lacked.
I’m what survived.
You don’t have to hustle for your worth.
You don’t have to stay stuck in someone else’s silence.
You don’t have to keep proving you belong.
You already do.
You are not the absence.
You are what came next.
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