Permission Slips Part 2

✨ Emotional Permission Slips: Part Two ✨

For those of us raised in households without boundaries, emotional language, or examples of nonviolent love. πŸ‡΅πŸ‡·

Part 1 recap: I said goodbye to the “Gettcha God,” hello to Dhamma, and started rewriting my scripts—con cariΓ±o (with love), for me and for the next gen.


Some of my first real permission slips were silent. 🧘🏽‍♀️ No big announcements. Just soft, inner decisions. Like:

  • “I can say I don’t know without shame.”
  • “I don’t have to explain my tears, mi dolor (my pain), or why I left early.”
  • “I can exit a conversation when my nervous system is saying: Run, girl.”
  • “I can pause instead of people-pleasing.”
  • “I don’t have to shrink for nobody. Nadie (nobody).”

That’s a big one. Because shrinking was a survival strategy. πŸ™ƒ

Especially when you were told, directly or indirectly:
“Don’t be too loud. Don’t be too proud. Don’t make people uncomfortable.”

And baby, I listened. Until I didn’t.
Until I asked myself: ¿Y por quΓ© no? (And why not?)


I used to believe that if I was nice enough, spiritual enough, evolved enough, then people wouldn’t betray me.

But that’s not how the math works.
Being “good” ≠ being safe. Not in this system. Not in trauma-formed families. Not even in some healing circles.

So I gave myself another permission slip:

  • πŸŒͺ️ “I can call a pattern a pattern, even if it’s someone I love.”
  • 😡 “I can say ouch without following it up with but I’m okay.”
  • πŸ›‘ “I can stop explaining why something is harmful. Harm is harm.”

Even if your abuela (grandmother) wouldn’t understand it.
Even if the group chat calls you “sensitive.”
Even if it means you stand alone for a while.


These days I’m practicing a new kind of faith. Not in perfection. In presence. πŸ™πŸ½
Not in being the hero. In being human.

Which is messier. Softer. And sometimes… hilarious.
Like the time I said, “I’ll never people-please again,”
…and 5 minutes later I was baking cookies for someone I just met. πŸͺπŸ˜‚


The truth is…

  • πŸ’₯ I still make mistakes.
  • πŸ’₯ I still fumble.
  • πŸ’₯ I still forget my worth and go digging through old texts like a loca (crazy one).

Pero (but)… I remember faster now.
I return to myself sooner.
I make Soul-Up™ Choices, not fear-down reactions.


I no longer need to be right.
I need to be real.

And if my inner teen wants to dye her hair and blast 90s mΓΊsica (music) on a loop — so be it.
I’m not shutting her down. I’m letting her dance. πŸ’ƒπŸ½

And cry. And ask for what she never got to ask for.
That’s what these permission slips are for.


If you were raised by the unhealed, neglected by the distracted, or “loved” by the emotionally illiterate — this is your reminder:

  • 🌈 You get to when you choose to unlearn the fear-based gospel.
  • 🌈 You get to when you choose to claim your lifestyle.
  • 🌈 You get to talk to God/Spirit/Source in real time.

Because we are worthy of connection that isn’t transactional.
We are worthy of safety that isn’t earned.

And love?
✨ Love that doesn’t require us to disappear first. ✨


I still attend 12-step groups. πŸŽ™️
Not because I’m broken. Because I’m committed.
Because they helped me get and keep my voice.
And yes, some days the shares feel a little too familiar —

But I stay for the gems. The gentleness. The God I actually believe in.
The one who sounds like silence and speaks like soul. πŸ•Š️


We’re not here to perform.
We’re here to remember who we were before the training started.

And when in doubt? Repeat after me:

  • ✨ I don’t need a spiritual middleman.
  • ✨ I don’t need to be perfect to be powerful.
  • ✨ I don’t need to earn rest.
  • ✨ I don’t owe anyone my inner peace report card.

We are sacred. Sin permiso. (Without permission.)
We are whole. Sin performance. (Without performance.)
We are healing. Con corazΓ³n. (With heart.)

🧿 Soul-Up™: Because your spirit didn’t come here to settle.

🌿 Also exploring healing on my sister blog:
A New Mirror™

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