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I create these podcasts from the place that cost me the most to conquer: the pres And I say it just like that, without detours, because it took me nearly a lifetime to arrive here. I lived as the daughter forced to be the family’s support, the exemplary wife at the expense of myself, the judged and questioned mother. I became many things I never chose to be. And yet, each of those roles taught me what I did not want to repeat. I don’t say this with shame—I say it with my head held high. I am ...
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Hello… I’m Vanina , and I welcome you to Caring: Voices for Healing —a space where we give voice to the things we so often keep unspoken.Today, in this episode, I want to talk about something that touches us all,even when we prefer to deny it: mental health.Every year, on the 10th of October, the world observes World Mental Health Day.But beyond th…
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It is not an emotional spa, nor a hashtag, nor the stuff of cheap self-help.It is like learning a new language after years of being mute to myself.Sometimes it sounds clumsy, sometimes it falters… yet still, I try.I write this barefaced, with a trembling voice, yet one that is true.Learning, day by day, that self-love is built anew—even as guilt an…
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What happened today was not merely a quarrel;it was like opening a box of memories that had never been properly shut.Today, I did not simply argue with my seventy-four-year-old father,widowed and bound still to alcohol;I also confronted the man of my entire childhood and adolescence,the one who carved deep scars into my being.“I am not that little …
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The Invisible RucksackFor nearly twenty years, I deferred myself. I belittled therapy, believing the old stigma that only “the mad” went to a psychologist—a taboo in Paraguayan society, and in my circle. In my time, speaking of mental health was a jest, a source of shame. I consoled myself with “this will pass” or “these matters are not spoken of.”…
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There are moments in life when one believes all is lost.When the road once familiar vanishes, and the map becomes useless.I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life.When the world collapses around you, and the echo of your own footsteps i…
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Today, I speak to you in raw honesty—about a distant echo that has returned like a boomerang, heard once more across the years.It happened to both myself and my husband: we share the same mirrored wound—the children who drift away, who offer no space for dialogue.It leaves behind a sensation of living death—as though one had been erased from histor…
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“A Couple of Letters to Myself”I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life.First Letter:[Breathe. You are alive. You are here. And that, even when you forget it, is a miracle built of courage, not of luck.You have passed through hells that…
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It feels rather trite to repeat the slogan “woman, mother and wife,” so I prefer, above all else, to be a person. This is the story of my life—devoid of proper names, but entirely real. I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life. These le…
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I do not have life all figured out. I have life lived. And at this stage, that carries more weight.Today I do not chase movie-ending happy-ever-afters. I pursue genuine moments: those in which an honest conversation heals more than a thousand medications, when a recipe made with love nourishes more than the most sophisticated menu, when looking som…
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I do not regret separating. I regret only that I could not shield them from all the collateral damage—from the scourge of parental alienation. For I did not abandon them; it was the failed system that tore me away. They wrenched me from their lives, then blamed me for the hollow that remained. And I… I believed it, for far too long. My children are…
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Spirituality UnboundThe Faith That Saved MeI was raised in a Catholic school, amidst holy cards, litanies, long prayers, and a guilt heavier than any cross. I was taught that God was a stern-faced judge, watching from above whether one behaved well or ill, rewarding submission and punishing rebellion. I longed to believe… yet I also longed to live.…
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Broken Mandates The Woman Who Said “Enough”I grew up amidst masses, rosaries, and that dense air of unspoken mandates—heavy as a tombstone:Be silent. Obey. Sacrifice.You were born to care, to endure, to serve.First your parents, then your husband, then your children. And you—last of all, if anything remains.I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the…
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Vanina Vergara Podcasts- The Price of Holding It All Together S01E03 The Price of Holding It All Together Adolescence did not arrive as a fresh breeze of freedom, but rather as a forced relocation into the role of adulthood. Whilst other girls dreamt of their first kiss or an evening at the cinema, I was extinguishing emotional fires at home. I was…
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The Girl Who Learned to Keep Silent — Childhood in an Emotional DictatorshipI was born into a household where love was but a distant rumour. Present, yes, though never the protagonist. I grew up hearing hushed arguments and witnessing gestures that spoke far louder than words. My mother, a strong woman worn down by life; my father, a man who never …
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This is my story—my way of unveiling a reality that echoes through far too many households, and yet so few dare to recount without the varnish of social pretence: divorces and separations that leave deep wounds upon our children, those innocent beings who should never bear the weight of adult battles. Writing these words is no simple task. I do not…
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