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Continue reading →: The One I Prayed ForThe one thing I wanted most in the worldI decided would be the very thing I could never have. Since I was a little girlI prayed to God, begged for a soulmate,obsessed with the idea of love—yet somewhere along the wayI unconsciously decided I would never be worthy of it.…
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Continue reading →: The Disrespectful Daughter
“Mija, family will always be there for you.You should always forgive your family.” My nana said this to me recently. Except she wasn’t speaking to me—she was speaking to the version of me that once existed. I was the dependent daughter.The one who stayed small.Who accommodated everyone else—who preserved the…
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Continue reading →: Will You be Happy Without Me?
The most cliché quote ever written turned out to hold the most important advice for my life: You can’t love someone else until you learn to love yourself. I used to think this sounded unfair—like it was saying people weren’t worthy of love until they had everything figured out. But…
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Continue reading →: An Abundance of New Friends
“Alex, you always pick the worst friends.” Something my sister said to me far too often. I always brushed it off—quick to dismiss her, thinking, well… you don’t even have friends. The truth being that she was semi-right. I always knew that on some level, but it went much deeper…
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Continue reading →: The Ugly Butterfly
I thought love was supposed to bring out my chaos—the highs and lows were ecstasy for my soul,something that could cure my sadness. I thought I felt alive. But I was drowning in uncertainty—pulled under by the very thing I thought would save me. No one taught me that calm…
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Continue reading →: When Calm Doesn’t Feel Safe
I was six years old the first time I thought something bad was going to happen to me—and my body never forgot that feeling. Growing up in a Hispanic household, I developed a dysregulated nervous system early on. Anxiety and panic attacks became familiar to me at a young age,…
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Continue reading →: Sealed by Blood prt II
For years I had only known her as the girl in my dreams.Haunting me. Taunting me. A constant pull I could not explain. As well as a deep desire to know her—to stand beside her, to understand why she had such control over my mind. And there she was… only…
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Continue reading →: Sealed by Blood
Chapter One: The Prince The first thing my father ever gave me were the stars. The second was a dragon. The third was a kingdom. And the only thing he ever forbade me… was love. I was six years old when the God of Veyrath, my father, placed me in…
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Continue reading →: The Inner Critic is a Liar
There is a little man inside my head, telling secrets and spreading lies. They all believed him, I had no idea! Then one day I heard a rumor so nasty I traced it back to him and caught him red-fucking-handed. He tried to lie and gaslight me and said I…
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Continue reading →: Dear Diary
In trying to disappear, I only stood out more. When I was a little girl I stood out like a sore thumb. But not in the way that an average person would see and say … “Huh, I really like her she’s really cool. “ No, I was a social…
Hello…
I’m Alex
I’m a writer.
The name Diaries of a Twenty-Six-Year-Old Girl comes from me saying,
“But… I’m just a twenty-six-year-old girl” when I don’t want to do something.
However, it’s genuinely gotten me through life’s struggles.
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Diaries of a Twenty-Six-Year Old Girl 