Libny Daniela Blanco

The work of redemption in broken places is a hard and dark place to go, but it is also a place of great beauty and hope. Shackles fall away, crippled feet run, stooped backs stand straight, truth is embraced, and hopes bloom.

It’s like there’s a war inside you —the part that wants to stay graceful, composed, “above it” and the part that aches to be raw, unfiltered, and as ruthless as they were to you. You walk away with your dignity intact, but at what cost? That lingering frustration, that quiet resentment toward yourself for not making them feel even a fraction of what they made you feel. Your kindness, even in the face of disrespect, is not weakness. It’s just who you are. And yeah, sometimes you wish you weren’t. Sometimes you wish you could be the type of person who cuts deep without second-guessing, who delivers the hurt right back. But you don’t, because somewhere in you, you know that their pain wouldn’t make yours any smaller. Maybe one day, you’ll stop hating that part of yourself. Maybe you’ll see that not becoming like them is its own kind of power. Maybe next time, you’ll let yourself be a little colder, sharper, less forgiving. Not because you’re bitter, but because you deserve to take up as much space as your pain requires.

Quiero seguir aprendiendo… a preguntar más, a escuchar mejor, a hacer pausas. No hay pérdida en eso.