What our communities carry, and how we can look out for one another, when we have been told to bury it down. September is National Suicide Prevention Month. For a lot of us, this is not an easy subject to bring up at the dinner table or at all. In many Latino households, we were raised to aguantarse, to push through, to keep the taboo things private, and sometimes told that they didn't exist. But silence has a cost, and we are not going to be silent for their sake. This month

This is me walking/ standing by leasing office of my apartment complex (see IG Reel). That's it. That's the whole video. No workout, no rush, just a normal walk in some workout clothes and by only having had walked there for a minute or two, and then waiting another minute - I'm dripping. Sweat running down my face like I just finished a class at the gym. It's been brutal out here; highs of 105 to 107 degrees, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick, its humid, but als

Real talk on finding a therapist who actually gets you: plus a bilingual guide to affordable online therapy, a la culturally relevant. Okay so this has happened to me more than once. And no; they didn't really leave me. I know that. But it always feels like it when I really like one. If you've ever gotten that email or that "I'm transitioning out of this practice" talk from a therapist you finally clicked with, you already know the specific little heartbreak I'm talking about

Loving the entire album. "The Cure" by Olivia Rodrigo, if you don't know already, is about realizing that the thing you thought would fix everything was never going to be the fix. And that's exactly where I am right now, but with a little green and white capsule instead of a situationship. A generic version of it, since we can't afford the brand name. I finally had my appointment with my new psychiatrist, and I walked out of there having to accept something I wasn't ready to

Let's talk about the system, the deductible, and why we should be allowed to submit a PowerPoint to our therapist. So here's the thing about trying to take care of your mental health when you're a person who has to actually think about money: it's a whole process. And not in a cute, "journey to healing" kind of way. More like a "multi-step bureaucratic nightmare disguised as self-care" kind of way. It started simple enough. I needed a referral — either to adjust my medication

(I got my license at 36 with anxiety — and I think that's why I'm actually a good driver) I finally got my license at 36 years old. At the DMV — not for the first time, not even for the second — and it only took me I think 4 written tests because I let one or two expire, and 2 driving because I didn't pass the first one, because I swear that old man that gave me the test was on a failing-everyone streak that day. And I have no shame about that. If anything, I think the anxiet