A ella.

🌹Latin detachment🌹
I left Venezuela feeling disconnected from my roots, shaped by a society and upbringing that made me distance myself from who I was. When I moved to Ireland, I immersed myself completely in the language and culture, trying to belong. Over time, distance awakened something in me — a deep longing for my Latin identity, my venezolanidad, my roots.

Motherhood made it even more real. I realized I was unintentionally denying my daughter my native language, and with it, part of her heritage. Now, I’m learning to reclaim it, to speak it at home, to honor where I come from.

Living far away — among wet streets, green forests, and freezing seas — has brought to imagine myself closer to my homeland. I miss the smell of Cuyagua, the ocean breeze, the traditions, even the faith I once resisted. Diaspora reshaped me. It taught me that making peace with who we are is the only way to be free.

Today, I embrace my Latinidad — the art, the music, even the reggaeton. I belong to no one but my own evolving identity. I’m not who I used to be, but I am finally happier, grounded, and free.

🌸Mental health reality🧠
I’m posting here a #ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏᴅᴜᴍᴘ of my last couple of days as an excuse to talk to you about mental health
I used to carry the weight of being the saviour—trying to help everyone, even when no one asked. At first, it felt like a gift. But over time, I realised not everyone wants to be saved… and not everyone is ready.

I’ve offered advice, encouragement, even just a kind word to a lot of humans—but it hasn’t always gone as planned. Sometimes, people aren’t open. And that’s okay. I’m learning to listen more and rescue less.

Last week, I lost my phone at home and I was stressed. Then he asked, “Where did you last use it?” 😅 I know he meant well, this is what he always says when I lost something. Then, I finally said it loud, “Please don’t ask me that anymore—I hate it.”
That moment reminded me: our words matter. Keeping things inside doesn’t help anyone.

Therapy has taught me that healing takes time, repetition, and a whole lot of honesty to ourselves, we really have to want to do the job. Even the “smallest” things can cause big emotional weight if we don’t talk about them. And if we don’t do the inner work, those unresolved things will keep always showing up.

So now? I still want to help—but in a different way. Maybe through my writing and my flowers 🌸
Supporting others doesn’t have to come at the cost of our own peace. In the other hand, being vulnerable might open a door.
Accepting help and understanding ourselves—that’s the real task. And honestly? It’s a job for life.

To anyone who’s struggling silently: I got to say that therapy changed my life. It gave me the strength to keep going and the tools to build the life I have today🤍
What’s there to lose? What else could I achieve?
I certainly believe that looking inside ourselves should be the most important journey of our lives
How is your path looking today?
Today, mine it’s full of flowers, turquoises and pinks🌷