Finally sharing my breakthrough story
The Breakthrough Story of The Transient Goddess A Journey of Awareness, Courage, and Transformation Before I was born and raised in Venezuela, surrounded by warmth, laughter, and family. My childhood was good — filled with color, community, and familiarity. But at the age of thirteen, my life shifted completely. I migrated to the United States without knowing a word of English, detaching from my friends, and the comfort of home. My teenage years unfolded through grief — mourning my old life while trying to belong in a world that failed to understand me. Loneliness became my silent companion, and depression my teacher. I learned early how to bury pain under performance — to seek comfort in connection. Dating became a release, a way to pour my energy into someone else when I didn’t know how to love myself. After my first heartbreak, I found my children’s father — a rebound that turned into a decade-long cycle of abuse. I was 17, pregnant, and soon after, married. Three months after my 18th birthday, I gave birth to my first child. For ten years, I lived inside the loop of abuse — returning again and again out of guilt, obligation, and the deeply rooted belief that a mother must always fight for her family, no matter how much it costs her spirit. Crisis By twenty-six, I had three children with the same man, all born by C-section. I had tried to leave him multiple times, but fear and manipulation always found a way back in. When I finally reached the breaking point, I made a choice: I would find a way out that didn’t involve dying. I left for New York City — hoping education and hard work could create stability and freedom. But liberation, I would learn, doesn’t begin outside of you. It begins in the death of who you were told to be. When he followed me to New York, the pattern continued — now under the roof of his mother, the silent enabler who made accountability impossible. Between full-time work, college classes, police visits, and court orders, I lived in constant exhaustion. When I was told by child protective services that my kids might be taken if his behavior continued, I made an impossible choice: I allowed my children to live with their grandmother, believing it was the safest path at the time.