Family & Limits

It’s not selfish to love yourself, take care of yourself and to make your Happiness a priority. It’s necessary.

When you’re a kid, especially in Latino families, you’re thought that being a “good daughter/son” means you’re devoted to your parents, means that you’ll do what you’re told and that’s it. But, what’s the limit? Is it possible that sometimes it’s ok to be selfish with your own parents?
The situation is this, I’ve been a middle-class girl for most of my life, when me and my mom decided to move out of Venezuela the situation changed with time. At first everything was great but then my mom got married, my brother was born, the company she and my stepdad were working broke, etc. Since then we’ve been struggling with money, ups and downs all the time.
The reason why I decided/had to stay by myself was beyond my decision and own will. I’ve always wanted to live by myself and I knew I was going to do it soon but never thought it was going to be this way. When my parents moved to another country they had to do it as fast as possible, first my stepfather had to go and since my mom can’t live without him she left 15 days later. I couldn’t go with them since my passport is expired and getting a Venezuelan passport is a long process (F@#¿¡ng socialism), thanks to that I’ve been waiting for a while to get it; above all and more important, I didn’t want to. I was working here, I was studying here, my whole life was built here. Of course, that was a reason for my stepfather to say how selfish I was for not supporting our family through this difficult time and how immature I was. Now they’re living in another country, struggling with money and they need me to help them from here.
They haven’t asked me for money yet, but they’ve been asking me to do a certain kind (many of them) of errands that cost me money, MY money. I don’t make millions at my job, but I make enough for me and my expenses. On top of this, apparently someone that used to work with my stepfather got into an issue with a guy and know he owes him money, money that he said I was going to give him. This lender knows me and knows where I live, he even called me once while I was at work, so I’d give him his money.
Now my question is, am I being a bad daughter if I stop helping them? Is it wrong?
At first, I thought that if I told them I didn’t have the money to help them they were going to think that I couldn’t live by myself but now it’s not that I can’t it’s just that my money is not enough to helping them and helping me. I’ve been doing everything I can to help them, they don’t have to pay for me anymore, I even stopped studying so they wouldn’t have to pay for my University, isn’t that enough?
So please… H E L P

-Andrea Moron



Loneliness was an unsatisfied thirst for illusion

-Kobo Abe

Now that I’m living by myself I can say things are a lot more different than they used to, I don’t want to say it’s harder than I thought (I’m not going to give my mom the satisfaction) because, honestly, I don’t think it’s harder, I just feel it’s different. Everybody goes throw it in a different way, some are more lucky than others but I don’t think it’s harder, It’s just different.

Any ways, something that has made the experience, let’s say… less enjoyble (apart from money, but that’s another post) it’s LONELINESS. I feel a lot more lonely; and it’s not like when I was living with my parents I didn’t feel that way because sometimes I did but in a way they were always there, even if a didn’t talk to them at all they were there, their bodies and presence were there. Now I just have me, and don’t get me wrong I enjoy having a “me time” once in a while, but being by yourself can be pretty dangerous. Something that I’ve learned in my shorts 19 years of life is that there’s no worst enemy than yourself because no ones knows you more than you, you know all your weakness and fears; all your sins and regrets; you can’t hide yourself from yourself. And if you’ve been reading my blog for a while you may know that I’ve had some serious issues with myself, and if you haven’t well just know that I’m not my gresatest friend and I’m a little afraid that those thoughts that were so had to let go are coming back again, haunting me.

My friends are the greatest, thank God, but some of them are gone and the others, they have their one issues. I just feel like I need someone I can lay my head on once in a while, I can easily say that I’m craving affection more than ever (how needy am I?), And the fact that I can’t continue my University makes it harder (I’ll explain that in another post), I met the most amazing people while I was there, and the fact that I wasn’t able to enjoy that experience longer, SUCKS!

If I can be honest, YES there are a million things I wish were different; I wish I had more money; I wish that I was able to study; I wish I was with my cousin/sister (I’ll talk about her in another post); I wish my mom’s actions were different; I wish I could go back to Venezuela with my family; and I can keep going for a good 20 more lines but I dont want to be ungrateful for what I have because I do have a lot of things I should be grateful for: I have the most beautiful friends, a great job, a place to sleep, food, health, people that care for me, and I bunch of other things. But what I really need right now… is love, and I’m not just talking about romatic love, I’m talking about love in any form, I want to feel loved.

I’ve been trying to drown that feeling in parties, alcohol, sex, and I know it’s not the right thing to do but it takes the thoughts away for a while. I don’t want to go back to my old habits but I’ve been having some dark thoughts lately, I wish they went away.



By myself

Sometimes you have to stop being scared and just go for it. Either it will work out, or it won’t. That’s life.

Well, HELLO THERE! It’s been a while. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2018, hope you all had a wonderful time.

It’s been so long since the last time I wrote something here, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with this blog since the day I started and after giving it a thought (a really long one) I’ve decided I want to make it a Journal *yaaay*.

Why a Journal? you may ask… Well, long story short, I’m 19 now, living by myself, working, in need for more money (aren’t we all?) and why not? It’s a new stage in my life and I think it’s a really good way to let everything go, word by word.

Why make it public? At first I thought on only write it for me but I could use some advice from the ones reading this and if there’s none then it’s ok, at the end it’s just an 19 y/o’s Journal. I can use it to post something I read, about a show I’m watching, something that happened… anything! And of course I’d love if anyone commented.

Like I said, I’ve been living by myself for a few months now, I’m still getting used to everything but I like it! I know it’s hard, I know it’s not the same as living with your parents, but I feel ok. Some things that I wish were different but it’s ok, things will be alright… eventually.

I really like the independence, of course sometimes is way too much independence but I’m still trying to find my balance. I’ve done everything I couldn’t do when I was living with my parents of, nothing bad, but finally I feel like I’m actually living in the real world.

I got a job that I really like, thankfully, but I’m not sure if I’m able to do it… and that worries me. I’m still learning how everything is done but I’m afraid I’ll not be able to put up with the work when it’s time for me to work alone; and honestly, above everthing, that feeling is killing me inside.

I’m not going to be able to start University this year since I can’t afford it and my parents can’t help me, so I’m going to focus on working and learning as much as I can, maybe I’ll end up moving again but I’m still not sure.

I’ve learned about myself a lot now that I’m by myself, I’ve realized how weak I am in some areas of life, to be honest, sometimes I’m scared of what can happen. But I guess that’s the point of life, to be scared and still do it, to feel weak but still try to be strong. I just hope everything works out at the end because nothing frightens me more than the future and right now my future seems a little uncertain.

Let’s see what life has prepared for me…


This time is for real!

and so the future begins.

Well HELLO THERE! Here I am, again, like usual. I always find a way to come back to this blog and I promise myself that I’m going to be more consistent with my writing every time.

A lot has happened! As you probably knew, if you’ve been reading my blog, I moved to the US last year and finished High School. Now I’M BACK IN PANAMÀ!, I got my first job, I quitted my first job, I changed my mind about what I wanted to study and I started University a few weeks ago. Life is going great, I can’t complain, there’s a few thing I wish were better but hey! one step at a time 🙂

Coming back has been… an experience. I really missed my friends and the whole Panamá environment but coming back meant coming back to live with my mom and my stepdad, and don’t get me wrong, I love my mom and my stepdad but when I was in the US I had a lot more freedom and I don’t feel like I have that here. I hate having to sneak out of my house, or lie to them about where I’m going to be, but I guess that’s part of growing up with overprotective parents.

I don’t want you guys to think that I’m doing bad things when I sneak out of my house because I’m not, but sadly my relationship with my mother is not the best and I can’t tell her everything that happens in my life. When I got here I had a very stressful conversation with her (I’ll probably write a post about it soon), and I got to the conclusion that, no matter how hard we try, there’s no way me and her are going to get to a deal. So for the sanity of both of us, is better if I just learn how to get along with her until I move out of this house (hopefully soon).

I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with this blog but, while I make up my mind about it, I’m just going to write about whatever I want and hopefully some ideas will pop up. I know I don’t have a thousand followers, probably not even more that 30, but it will be great if you guys leave some comments about what you think, or if you have any advice about anything… I’d love to know.





In between Life and My Dreams

I’m like a feather in a hurricane.

Happy New Year everybody! First of all, I hope you all had an amazing Christmas and a very happy New Year, filled with joy and incredible moments.

It’s been 2 months and 12 days since I moved and it’s been a very emotional experience. From the moment I knew I was going to move to a different country by myself I thought that this was the time to “runaway” from home and find myself, get to know more about me. But it turns out that I’m more lost than I’ve ever been before; I was not running away from home, I’m trying to find my home; and it’s not that I don’t know who I am, I do!, I am very smart, beautiful, energetic girl who wants to do nothing but help, a girl who’s so afraid of failure and oblivion that she would do anything to be important and leave her mark in the world and in everybody who got to know her, so people can remember what she did and how she helped, a girl who’s refused to have an ordinary life and follow a routine for the rest of her life, a girl who wants to have everything she has always wanted to have and do anything she has always wanted to do.I do know who I am and I’m very aware of what I want, I just don’t know where to start.

I want to do so many things at once that I end up doing none, I keep my expectations so high that I get very disappointed afterwards, I give so much of me to people and end up hurting myself realizing that sometimes (must of the time) I’m just too good and a little too naive.

I have so many dreams that I want to come true but I don’t know where to start. It’s like when you are watching a movie halfway forward and you realize you have no idea how everything happened and how its going to end. That’s kind of how I feel right now.

New year, new dreams, same girl, same fears.

I’m neither living my life or living my dreams.



What do I do next!?

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

-E.E. Cummings

So, I turned 18 a couple weeks ago and the next day I moved to the US to finish High School. It has always been a dream of mine to finish school outside Latin America, either the US or somewhere else, just because opportunities are so much better just for the fact that I have them: OPPORTUNITIES!.

My mom has always been a very protective mother so I could say I feel a little lost but relief at the same time. The only problem is that everything is getting way more complicated that I though and there’s a big chance that I’ll have to take a GED, which I don’t mind but my mom and my stepdad do. They want me back in Panama again by Saturday.

I don’t want to go back! I felt so useless there, I wasn’t happy at all, I felt like if I was on a treadmill, I just kept walking without moving forward. I just felt so unhappy and tired all the time.

Right now I don’t know what to do, my stepdad it’s trying to convince me that a GED its not the same as a High School Diploma and that I’m not gonna be able to get into any university, my mom wants the same thing but I don’t want to go back. My dad on the other side, he just wants me to be happy and choose what I think it’s best for me and my education, he even told me I should go back to Venezuela after I finish school.

I don’t want to go back but I’m also afraid of what’s going to happen with my future if I stay… I want to stay but I don’t want to regret it later.

How do I know if it’s the best for me?… I’m so scared and even tho I’ve done my research, i still don’t know what to do


Impossible people

Here in Latin America’s schools you are meant to be with the same people for the whole school year, we all take the same subjects and we share a classroom with the same people until you graduate. This is the thing: my classroom SUCKS! and dont get me wrong, I love my friends, most of them are in my classroom but sometimes they can be so rude and immature.

What happened was that tomorrow we have a spiritual retreat and since we are graduating next year you’ll assume everybody would be happy to go and share time with all of us, we are 3 classrooms and a total of 63 students, but NO! my classmates were being so stupid about it; they were so rude with our president, they were laughing at her face, saying a lot of ridiculous things at her face and it pissed me off.  I just don’t understand how can someone be so disrespectful.

I understand why they dont want to go, I know it can be annoying sometimes but WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE AND IMMATURE!? and the worst part is that it’s not only with her, its with everybody, our teachers and between each other. UGH I JUST CAN’T DEAL WITH THEM.

In other news, I’m writing posts for a web page called, yesterday I posted my first article so you should go and check it out and follow me over there.  Let me know what you think in the comments ❤






Time for me

Im on a 2 weeks off school so I thought it might be a good idea to focus on me a little bit more, and be at peace with myself. Im finally back on my exercising (after an injury break), so must of my anxiety has disappeared, thats good, but I was thinking and I realized there may come a day when I wont be able to exercise everyday and… WHAT AM I GOING TO DO IF THAT HAPPENS!?, I mean lets hope it never does but….. If it does!? What am I going to do!? Am I going to go back to old habits? Am I going to be strong enough to deal with it!? I want to learn how to control it but it seems impossible for me! I spent 2 weeks off exercising because my back was in big pain thanks to an accident with some weights, in those 2 weeks I gained 3kg!! I did some things I regret now, I was too depressed to go out and my anxiety was over the top, all that because of 2 WEEKS OFF! Can you imagine what is going to happen to me, mentally and physically, if I spent more than 2 weeks resting!? 
Sometimes I feel like I’ve recovered in so many ways but there are still certain things that I cant handle, that I still cant control and that makes me nervous because I feel like those things are going to push me back to were I was a year ago… 
Im trying to focus on myself these 2 weeks. If you have any advice please comment below, I will be thankful to read some ideas. 


Sick of Everything

I’ve been absent for a while, Life has been so dull! I cant find any inspiration or motivation, I’m not in the mood for anything, I dont go out anymore, I dont enjoy exercising anymore, I can’t stand being at school, food is so annoying (Ive also gained weight which is so frustrating), Im rude with everybody around me and life has become so… Overrated to me. Im sorry if I sound depressing or negative but it’s just how I feel, and I’m aware it’s not ok, I know I have to change, and believe me! I’ve tried, but it doesnt seem to get better…. 

Things at home and at school are not even bad, they’re pretty good actually! I haven’t argued with my mom in a whiile and my grades are better than ever. I’ve come to the conclusion that I AM THE PROBLEM, I dont know what’s wrong with me! 

Please if you have any advice, please, please, please, please! Comment below… I need it more than anything right now.



Trying to not fall apart

These last few weeks Ive been having those awful thoughts I used to have when I was suffering from my ed. Last week at school we were celebrating “Geography Week” so we had to bring a food from our country to share with the rest of the class, as Im the president of my class I had to organize all  and hand out the food to my classmates. The day before I ate a flan at home bc my dad made dinner to my mom and me so I told myself I wouldnt eat anything at school. The next day I ate my favorite breakfast (Peanut butter oatmeal) so I wouldnt binge anything at school, MISSION FAILED!! I couldnt resist! I ate some of the things that were on the table! After all I went running to the bathroom and tried to purge but I couldnt, the image of my mom crying was on my head so all I could do was call my best friend and told her everything, obviously I started to cry, I just wanted to go home and spend my whole day at the gym, my best friend convinced me to go to my school’s psychologist bc she knows all my story. We went to her office and talked for a while until my anxiety went down.

I dont know if I was more upset bc I couldnt control myself in front of a table full of food or bc I cant enjoy a food, that may not be healthy, without falling apart. Lately Ive been feeling awful with myself, Im binging more, my body image is not good at all, I feel like Im not exercising enough and my self-esteem is awful. I really dont know what to do, Im so scared of gaining weight and I dont want to! Im 16! At some point in my life I’ll probably gain weight (lets hope that never happen) and I dont want to go back again to where I was when I see a higher number on the scale.

I told my mom I wanted to see a nutricionist again, she told me yes but right now we cant afford one, of course I dont want to be too intense about it but I feel like if I dont talk to somebody who can help me… I’ll go back to where I was last year.

Please, if you have some advice, comment below.