I grew up in Costa Rica in a dysfunctional family system impacted by addiction, and from an early age I witnessed how drugs can destroy the people we love. Even though I promised myself I would never go down the same road, my own substance use began in my teens with alcohol and gradually escalated to heavy substances. When I was in my late teens, my grandparents believed that sending me to Miami would be the solution, a way to separate me from my friends and the environment that worried them; but instead, I found myself in very dark places.

I was pulled into the rave scene, the lights, the music, the freedom, the “PLUR,” and formed a deep attachment with substances that felt, at the time, like the love of my life. That lifestyle was a feeling that gave me a false sense of belonging and escape from reality. What felt like comfort eventually led me into even darker places, because I didn’t have any healthy tools to cope with pain and trauma in healthy ways.

Then everything changed when I learned I was going to be a mother. I was scared, in very poor health, homeless, and with nothing to my name. That moment pulled me back into myself, and my daughter, who is now a 30-year-old PhD in psychology, saved my life before she ever took her first breath.

I later married, had another son, and for 15 years I was a housewife, a “super mom,” and on the surface everything looked stable. But I wasn’t truly in recovery. I was functioning on autopilot, drinking socially, abusing prescription pills to cope, and slowly losing myself while telling myself it was “normal.”

After my divorce in 2012, everything unraveled. I lost custody of my kids, my home, my job, and the everyday role I had as a caregiver which was my identity. Without healthy coping skills, at 45 years old, I slipped back into old patterns, substances, dead-end jobs, shame, hopelessness. Eventually, I reached a breaking point and checked myself into a six-month treatment program. That decision changed and saved my life.

Through counseling, spirituality, art therapy, structure, yoga, and community, I began a deep process of healing. And as I continued doing the inner work, I realized something important: everything I had survived was shaping me for a larger purpose. My pain was not wasted , it was being transformed into empathy, clarity, and resilience.

That realization led me back to school to study Alcohol and Other Drug Studies and eventually into the behavioral health field. Working in recovery has been the most meaningful and rewarding work of my life. Whether I’m supporting someone through a breakthrough or simply planting a seed of hope, I consider it a privilege to walk beside people as they rediscover themselves.

My lived experience is not my shame, it is my strength.

Today, I stand as a woman in long-term recovery, a mother, a grandmother, a student, and someone who turned decades of pain into purpose. I use my journey to guide, support, and empower others who are navigating storms I once survived.

My journey is my strength, my recovery is my foundation, and helping others is my calling.