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.

Weeks later, I found out they were moved from Harlem to Albany without my consent. That moment changed my life forever.

Chase

The pain of separation from my children was unbearable. I felt like I was dying inside but had to keep moving. I worked, survived, and sent what I could, while learning to live without support or understanding.

The world told me I failed, but deep down, I knew I had chosen survival over illusion. I mourned, I questioned, I broke apart — and slowly began to awaken.

I started asking: Who am I when I am not defined by pain? When I am not someone’s mother, wife, or victim?

That question became my compass, guiding me back to my soul.

Conflict

The hardest truth I uncovered was that the system profits from broken families — that the structures claiming to “protect” us often feed on our disempowerment. Abuse becomes invisible when normalized, and women like me are told to stay silent, to endure, to “forgive.”

I saw clearly that leaving was not failure — it was sacred defiance. My soul had chosen truth over illusion, and in that, I was breaking generations of silence. I was ending the cycle that began long before me — the one that taught women to love through suffering.

Breakthrough

My breakthrough came when I realized that I never truly wanted the life I was living — I had been programmed to choose it. At seventeen, I became a mother not from readiness, but from fear of judgment. Religion and conditioning had defined my worth through sacrifice.

The moment I saw that truth, everything shifted. I forgave myself. I reclaimed my power. I understood that I wasn’t here to play the role of the “perfect woman” — I was here to awaken through imperfection, to alchemize pain into wisdom.

I began to explore energy, vibration, and consciousness. Binaural beats became my medicine; quantum healing became my language. And little by little, I remembered who I am — a divine being having a human experience, a soul expanding through contrast.

After

Now, I live with awareness and purpose. I see how every experience — even the ones that broke me — was an initiation. Every loss was alchemy. Every challenge, a call to embody higher truth.

I understand now that freedom is not escape — it is awakening.

That motherhood, love, and purpose all begin within.

I am The Transient Goddess — the woman who turned generational pain into light, the embodiment of transformation, the voice for those awakening within their own chaos.

My life is no longer a tragedy — it is a transmission.

I live each day as a conscious act of remembrance — for myself, for my children, and for the New Earth we are all co-creating.

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