No one really knew what 2025 took from me. Life shaped me into a fucking soldier. Breakdowns into breakthroughs. Again. And again. I know what survival mode feels like as a single mother. When rest isn’t an option. When skipping the game plan feels impossible because everything depends on you. Trying to do it all… While slowly numbing myself just to keep going. And now I see it clearly. Funny how I keep walking into these chapters not to suffer but to learn, to end cycles, to stop repeating what my lineage carried for generations. I refuse to keep doing what disconnected entire bloodlines from their light, their love, their joy, and their gifts. That ends with me. This trip wasn’t about escaping. It was about resting. Letting my nervous system breathe. Letting my body soften. Putting down what was never meant to be carried forever. Seven days in Bacalar. With the man I love. With myself. Releasing survival mode… and anchoring into what’s next. I’m not entering 2026 exhausted. I...