Reclaiming hope and healing body and soul - by C. V. Vergara When families fracture in silence

When Families Fracture in Silence - The review of My Book in Voice

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Not Having a Tribe Does Not Make You a Failure - C. V. Vergara #17

Hello. Not Having a Tribe Does Not Make You a Failure. Hope, Too, Belongs to the Black Sheep. This is a space for those who do not quite fit. For those without a tribe, without a close-knit family, without a clear place where they feel chosen. This is not a podcast for people surrounded by love. It is for those who remain standing without a safety net. And if you are here, you have probably wondered, at some point, what you did wrong not to have a place to belong. Today, I want to tell you something that matters: not having a tribe does not make you a failure. Naming What Few Dare to Say There is a deeply rooted belief that if you are alone, something in you must be wrong. That if you do not fit, if you are not called, if you are not chosen, it is because you have failed as a person. And that belief hurts. It hurts profoundly. Because you are not only alone — you are made to feel defective. Yet there is a truth few are willing to voice: some people have no tribe not because they are broken, but because they refused to betray themselves in order to belong. Sometimes, the price of fitting in is to cease being who you truly are. And not everyone can — or wishes to — pay that price. The Black Sheep Is Not the Mistake To be the black sheep does not mean to be the problem. Often, it means having said “no” when the system expected obedience. It means refusing to repeat old stories. Refusing to stay silent. Refusing to look away. And that unsettles people. Black sheep are often left outside because they do not uphold illusions. Because they do not fit into moulds. Because they refuse to pretend that all is well. And of course… this is rarely rewarded. More often, it is punished with silence, distance, or rejection. But being outside does not make you any less worthy. From My Own Experience Today, I want to say this with honesty: I do not have a tribe. I do not have a table full of people. I do not have a group that holds me. I do not have a family that embraces me like in the films. And for a long time, I believed that this said something terrible about me. That if no one stayed, it was because I did not deserve to be stayed with. But with time, I began to see something else. I began to see that even without a tribe, I was still alive. Still feeling. Still seeking to heal. And that is not nothing. Hope Does Not Always Arrive With Company Hope does not always come with company. Sometimes it arrives alone. Very softly. Almost unseen. It is not the hope that promises “everything will be fine”. It is another kind of hope. The hope of not abandoning yourself. Of not ceasing to be who you are simply so that someone might stay. Because belonging by losing yourself is not belonging at all. It is disappearing in company. And true hope, even when it aches, never asks you to stop being who you are. Not having a tribe hurts. I do not romanticise it. There are days when it weighs heavily. Days when you wonder whether it will always be this way. But hear this clearly: your worth is not measured by how many people surround you, but by whether you continue to inhabit yourself. Sometimes life gives you no witnesses. But it still gives you a path. If today you feel alone, if you feel there is no place for you, if you have been told — directly or not — that you were too much, or uncomfortable, or simply too different… I want you to know this: Not having a tribe does not make you a failure. You are alive. And that is no small thing. And even if it does not look like it, staying alive, staying true to yourself, is already a form of hope. Thank you for being here. We will listen to each other again in the next episode. I read letters sent to mailto:vergaravanina@yahoo.com

The weight of unspoken sorrow - C. V. Vergara #16

https://youtu.be/rN-JFYAij2s “When the Heart No Longer Mends the Same Way”I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life. There are sorrows that never scream, yet they weigh —upon one’s shoulders, one’s breath, one’s weary soul.Today, I want to speak about that quiet ache:when everything around you seems unchanged,but you — inside — are no longer the same.Sometimes life stalls, suspended in a kind of stillness.A son who never calls.A father who grows old, clinging to what destroys him.And you — somewhere between love and sorrow —trying simply to breathe.Trying to understand why some things cannot be mended,no matter how wholly you offer your heart.I recently returned from Uruguay.I was there with Pablo and my in-laws —aged eighty-nine and eighty-seven.There is something profoundly tender — and deeply painful —about watching two fragile souls still caring for one another,their eyes soft with time,as though the clock had finally stopped mattering.They looked at me often,and in their gaze I felt something I had forgotten: rest.As if someone whispered without words,“You can let go now. You needn’t be strong all the time.”But then I returned.And with me came that quiet lonelinessthat has nothing to do with being alone.That hollow feeling no routine can fill.Because sometimes, you can be surrounded by peopleand still feel the air slicing through you.I still miss my mother.I miss her without idealising her —with all her shadows, with her full humanity.And in that contradictory love, I’ve learnt this:to remember is also to heal.Love doesn’t need to be perfect to be real.It only needs to remain.If you’re listening and feel that your heart no longer mends the same,that some days simply breathing is an act of courage —let me tell you this, from one silence to another:you are not alone.You are not weak for feeling deeply.There are many of us still piecing ourselves together,still breathing gently through the absences.A few days ago, I read something by Lucas Casanova,from his view of secular Buddhism, that struck me:we were taught that self-sufficiency was the goal —that needing meant you were broken,that missing someone meant you lacked self-love.But he asks: since when was humanity measured by isolation?And then I understood —to need is not a weakness.It is profoundly human.Lucas speaks of a silent epidemic: loneliness.He says that when the nervous system has been wounded by relationships,it learns to protect itself —to mistake silence for peace,distance for safety,and isolation for strength.And so we begin to hide:behind screens,behind words that don’t meet the eyes,behind digital ties that never quite embrace.Yet the soul hungers for real presence.For eye contact.For tenderness.From that Buddhist gaze, the path is not to harden —but to return to the world without surrendering to cynicism.It’s difficult, yes — but freeing.Because only when we dare to trust again, even just a little,do we begin to heal that ancient wound:the one that made us stop feeling we belonged.And if you don’t yet know how to reconnect — that’s all right.Many of us are learning too.Learning to say hello again.To talk without a screen.To belong without losing ourselves.Because we were made to connect.And even if the heart no longer mends the same way —it still beats.And while it beats, there is hope.Because life, with all its cracks,is still — somehow — beautiful.Thank you for listening. I hope my story helps you find words for your own. I read letters sent to mailto:vergaravanina@yahoo.com

Caring: Voices for Healing - Breaking the Silence - C. V. Vergara #15

https://youtu.be/rN-JFYAij2s Hello… I’m Vanina , and I welcome you to Caring: Voices for Healing —a space where we give voice to the things we so often keep unspoken.Today, in this episode, I want to talk about something that touches us all,even when we prefer to deny it: mental health.Every year, on the 10th of October, the world observes World Mental Health Day.But beyond the date, what truly matters is understanding that caring for the mindis not a luxury, nor a passing trend, nor a sign of weakness.It is a necessity — a quiet act of respect towards oneself.---🪞 “Speaking about mental health was once a taboo”For a very long time, mental health was something people did not speak about.In many homes — perhaps in yours, perhaps in mine —we often heard things like “don’t cry,” “don’t make a fuss,” or “don’t tell anyone.”And so, we learnt to sweep our pain under the rug,to smile while something inside of us quietly broke.I went through that too.For years I believed that enduring was the same as being strong.Until I finally realised that true strength lies in asking for help,in speaking up, in no longer hiding what hurts.Breaking the silence is never easy.But once you do, something within begins to heal —as if the soul, after so long in survival mode,could finally breathe again.---💔 “To care is also to listen”We often think that to help someone in pain,we must find the perfect words.But no — sometimes, it’s enough simply to listen,to not interrupt, to not judge,to ask “How are you, really?”and to stay long enough to hear the answer.Caring for mental health does not always require grand gestures.It requires presence.And that begins with ourselves.Listening to our bodies when they are tired.Listening to our emotions when they screamdisguised as anger, anxiety, or sadness.Listening to our needs without feeling guilty for tending to them.Because you know what?Self-care is not selfishness.It is emotional survival.---🌱 “Mental health is not only for when something goes wrong”We must stop thinking that mental health is only tended to in moments of crisis.Just as we care for our diet, our exercise, and our rest,we must also care for what cannot be seen.That might mean many things:– Setting boundaries where once we stayed silent.– Seeking professional help without fear.– Walking away from relationships that make us unwell.– And above all, learning to trust ourselves again.It’s not about being happy all the time.It’s about finding peace, even when life isn’t perfect.---✨ “Breaking the silence, healing the soul”Breaking the silence is an act of love —for yourself, for those around you,and for those who will come after.We may not be able to change the past,but we can change the way we remember it.We can turn pain into experience,fear into understanding,and silence… into voice.If you are going through a difficult time,please, reach out for help.You are not alone.And if you know someone who is struggling,don’t tell them “be strong.”Tell them, “I’m here, with you.”Sometimes, that is all it takes to begin to heal.---Thank you for joining me in this episode of Caring: Voices for Healing.I’m Vanina Vergara,and I invite you to stay with me in the coming chapters,where we’ll speak about connection, resilience,and the gentle art of emotional self-care.Because caring for the mindis also caring for life itself.We’ll meet again soon…hopefully, a little more conscious,a little more human,and a little more at peace.📩 I read letters sent to → vergaravanina@yahoo.com

Self-love is one of those tender aches, the sort that hurts beautifully - C. V. Vergara - S02E07

https://youtu.be/rN-JFYAij2s It is not an emotional spa, nor a hashtag, nor the stuff of cheap self-help.It is like learning a new language after years of being mute to myself.Sometimes it sounds clumsy, sometimes it falters… yet still, I try.I write this barefaced, with a trembling voice, yet one that is true.Learning, day by day, that self-love is built anew—even as guilt and shame still visit me,my back bent beneath the weight of burdens that were never mine.It does not always come easily.Not every day.Some mornings, I cannot bear to look into the mirror.And others, I embrace myself with my own gaze—if only for five fleeting seconds.I desire to feel alive.Not functional.Not merely useful.Alive.And yes, I desire to love without fear.To decide with my hand upon my heart, and not upon the agenda.And today, I see: desire has no age.No form.No permission.It simply is.It beats.It breathes with me—with that stubborn hope that refuses to surrender.Hope does not shout.Nor shake me.Nor rescue me in a blaze.It simply stays.Small, persistent.A faint light at the end of the tunnel.A quiet voice that says, “one more day.”There are days I cannot find it.And yet—I breathe.And that itself is a form of hope.I do not know if tomorrow will be brighter.I have no promises, no guarantees.But I go on doing the very things that only one who hopes would do:I keep writing.I keep tending to myself.I keep dreaming of a lighter life.I keep believing that, despite all, it is worth going on.I do not ask for great miracles.I am content with an honest embrace.With a silence shared.With not having to feign strength at all times.Hope, in me, is no grand epic.It is ordinary.It is obstinate.It is a way of resisting without violence.And so, though at times I feel broken…I do not surrender.For hope, quiet yet steadfast, rests in the pocket of my soul.I read letters sent to mailto:vergaravanina@yahoo.com