jueves, 4 de junio de 2026

The Silence of May



I didn’t publish a single blog post in May.


It wasn’t because I ran out of ideas. 

It wasn’t because I stopped writing. 

In fact, I kept taking notes, observing life, and collecting stories and reflections for another day.


I simply needed a pause.


Those of us who write know that it isn’t always easy.

Sometimes we sit in front of a blank page with plenty to say but little desire to share it. 


Other times, an uncomfortable question appears:

Does anyone still read blogs?

The internet has changed dramatically. Years ago, blogs felt like busy town squares filled with conversations.

Today, social media moves at the speed of a scrolling thumb.

Videos last seconds.

Trends come and go overnight.


In the middle of all that, writing an article can feel almost like a handcrafted art.


I’ve explored other platforms.

Some friends have recommended Substack.

Others suggest focusing entirely on social media. 

But I’ve realized that no platform performs magic on its own.

Whether it’s a blog, a newsletter, or a social network, words still need one essential ingredient: human connection.


And perhaps that’s where I found my answer.


Maybe I don’t write because thousands of people will read my words.


Maybe I write because writing helps me understand life.


Because writing allows me to organize my thoughts, preserve memories, and share experiences that might reach someone at exactly the right moment.


I don’t know how many people will read this post.


Maybe many.


Maybe very few.


But if even one person finds comfort, inspiration, or value in these words, then it was worth writing them.


So after the silence of May, here I am again.


With new stories.


New questions.


And the same belief I’ve always had:

Words still matter when they come from the heart.

Self-Appreciation: The Art of Not Abandoning Ourselves





There are people who know how to love others deeply.

They care.

They listen.

They help.

They offer comforting words when someone is broken.

But when it comes to themselves…

they become their own harshest critics.


And maybe that is where one of the most important conversations of our lives truly begins:

How do we speak to ourselves when nobody else is listening?

While reading Louise Hay and her book You Can Heal Your Life,

I realized something that sounds simple, yet has the power to transform us from within:

Self-appreciation does not mean believing we are better than others.

It is not ego.

It is not vanity.


It is something far more human and profound.


It is learning to recognize ourselves as worthy, valuable, and deserving of love… even in the middle of our wounds.


Because we live in a world that often taught us how to perform, but not how to embrace ourselves emotionally.

How to meet expectations, but not how to truly listen to our hearts.

How to stay strong, but not how to treat ourselves gently.


And little by little, we begin living from a place of constant self-demand.


We punish ourselves for not moving faster.

We feel guilty for being tired.

We look in the mirror searching for flaws.

We convince ourselves that love must be earned.


But self-appreciation slowly changes that inner dialogue.


It begins when we stop telling ourselves:

— “I am not enough.”

— “Everything I do is wrong.”

— “Nobody will love me like this.”


And instead, we begin speaking to ourselves differently:

✨ “I am doing the best I can.”

✨ “My value is not defined by my past.”

✨ “I deserve rest.”

✨ “I also deserve love, care, and patience.”


Self-appreciation does not happen overnight.

It is built through small daily acts.


Sometimes it looks like resting without guilt.

Sometimes it means setting boundaries.

Sometimes it means walking away from places where we have to beg for affection.

Sometimes it means caring for our bodies not from hate… but from love.


And perhaps one of the most beautiful forms of self-appreciation is this:

Not abandoning ourselves emotionally when we need ourselves the most.

Because there are invisible battles people fight every single day.

People who smile while carrying anxiety, exhaustion, insecurities, or deep emotional scars from the past.


And still… they keep going.


Maybe healing is not about becoming perfect.

Maybe healing is learning to look at ourselves with more compassion.


The same compassion we would offer someone we deeply love.


Because in the end, self-appreciation is simply remembering this:

🌿 We also deserve the love we so freely give to others.

El Autoaprecio: el arte de no abandonarnos a nosotros mismos



Hay personas que saben amar profundamente a los demás.

Cuidan. 

Escuchan.

Ayudan.

Dan palabras de ánimo cuando alguien está roto.

Pero cuando se trata de sí mismas… se convierten en sus jueces más crueles.


Y quizá ahí es donde comienza una de las conversaciones más importantes de nuestra vida:

¿Cómo nos hablamos cuando nadie nos escucha?


Mientras leo Louise Hay en Sana tu Vida, entendí algo que parece sencillo, pero que en realidad transforma por dentro:

El autoaprecio no significa sentirse superior a nadie.

No es ego.

No es vanidad.


Es algo mucho más humano y profundo.

Es aprender a reconocernos como personas valiosas incluso en medio de nuestras heridas.


Porque vivimos en un mundo donde muchas veces nos enseñaron a producir… pero no a abrazarnos emocionalmente.

A cumplir expectativas… pero no a escucharnos.

A ser fuertes… pero no a tratarnos con ternura.


Y entonces comenzamos a vivir desde la exigencia.


Nos castigamos por no avanzar más rápido.

Nos culpamos por sentir tristeza.

Nos miramos al espejo buscando defectos.

Nos convencemos de que debemos “ganarnos” el amor.


Pero el autoaprecio cambia lentamente ese diálogo interno.


Empieza cuando dejamos de decirnos:

— “No soy suficiente.”

— “Todo lo hago mal.”

— “Nadie me va a querer así.”


Y comenzamos a hablarnos diferente:

✨ “Estoy haciendo lo mejor que puedo.”

✨ “Mi valor no depende de mi pasado.”

✨ “Merezco descanso.”

✨ “También merezco amor, cuidado y paciencia.”


El autoaprecio no aparece de la noche a la mañana.

Se construye en pequeños actos cotidianos.


A veces se ve como descansar sin culpa.

Otras veces como poner límites.

Como alejarse de lugares donde uno tiene que mendigar cariño.

Como cuidar nuestro cuerpo no por odio… sino por amor.


Y quizá una de las formas más bonitas de autoaprecio sea esta:


No abandonarnos emocionalmente cuando más nos necesitamos.

Porque hay batallas internas que nadie ve.

Personas que sonríen mientras luchan contra ansiedad, cansancio, inseguridades o heridas profundas del pasado.


Y aun así… siguen adelante.


Tal vez sanar no significa convertirse en alguien perfecto.

Tal vez sanar significa empezar a mirarnos con más compasión.


Como lo haríamos con alguien que amamos.


Porque al final, el autoaprecio no es otra cosa que recordar esto:

🌿 También nosotros merecemos el amor que damos a los demás.

The Silence of May

I didn’t publish a single blog post in May. It wasn’t because I ran out of ideas.  It wasn’t because I stopped writing.  In fact, I kept tak...