The Dance Between Predator and Prey

One seeks power.

The other seeks to be seen.

The prey is vulnerable, often begging for basic unmet needs — affection, validation, acknowledgment.

In extreme cases, even someone recognizing their pain or instability feels like love. To be acknowledged in their chaos feels like being seen.

And so they fall — “emotionally in love.”

But is it love?

Or is it trauma responding to trauma?

Predators, on the other side, often cannot love either. Many lost that capacity through their own wounds. From abused, they became abusers. They manipulate, twist, and dominate — all to meet their own unmet need: to feel powerful, to feel significant, to prove they are someone.

That one.

And so we live in a world of wounded people, unaware of their wounds, calling obsession “love” and dependency “passion.”

Love Is Not Desire

Desire is powerful. It is primal. It is one of the strongest unconscious human impulses.

But desire is not love.

Love is care.

Love is responsibility.

Love is wanting someone healed — even if that healing does not benefit you.

If someone has cancer, love is wanting them to receive professional treatment. It is not romanticizing suffering while holding hands in denial.

Love is protecting others from harm — even when the harm comes from someone close to you.

Love is not tolerating destruction in the name of loyalty.

Love is not enabling chaos.

Love is not blindness.

When Trauma Is Named Love

Too often, people confuse:

Obsession with devotion Possession with protection Dependency with connection Control with care

Unhealed trauma distorts perception.

Manipulative people exploit the concept of love for power, money, influence, or ego.

And because of this, the word love has lost meaning.

It has been reshaped, commercialized, romanticized, weaponized.

But distortion does not erase truth.

So What Is Love?

Love is not about holding hands.

Love is not about drama.

Love is not about possession.

Love is care.

Genuine care.

Care for someone’s health.

Care for someone’s freedom.

Care for someone’s dignity.

Care for someone’s growth — even when it challenges you.

Love requires awareness.

It requires maturity.

It requires mental stability.

A Wish for St. Valentine’s Day

This Valentine’s Day, I don’t wish you passion.

I wish you clarity.

I wish you the ability to understand what your love truly means — not the version sold to you, not the version driven by hormones or fear of loneliness.

Find your definition.

Heal your unmet needs.

So you don’t mistake trauma for romance.

So you don’t confuse power for connection.

So you don’t chase obsession and call it destiny.

More normal, grounded, genuine love could help this world.

And maybe the first step is honesty.

When an American Nurse Survives Her Shower – Broken Ankle Rehab!

It’s hard to believe that one day it will be impossible to do your own shower and that you will become a burden to your kids and family. But life will show you that one day it will happen. And if you are smart, you need to think about it. 🤯

But this is not a sad story. This is a really fun one — about how broken ankle rehabilitation can bring fun, joy, and lots of laughs, because this is life. How you look at life and events matters A LOT! 😎


Step 1: The Horse Smell Reality Check 🐴💦

First, brutal truth: if a horse smells somehow, you probably will smell like it if you don’t shower.

Thank God I still don’t pee my pants… yet. But a shower is a must, 😅. By the way, did you check your pants today? 👀 After a certain age, it’s better to be true to yourself. If a small “lost” happens, put on a new underwear, or even a big pad, and change it often and shower.

Otherwise, you’ll smell different than a horse, but still. And yes — so many old people smell like that. 😅

So let’s be clear: no horse smell, por favor! (I make a disservice to horses talking about them, but that’s just how you smell if you don’t shower, 😅.)

Shower time! Don’t grow a stuffed horse tail! 🐴🚫


Step 2: Today Was the Day to Prove Myself 💪✨

I never wanted to be a burden to my family, and today I felt much stronger than the “vegetable me” after surgery when I barely moved in bed onto the commode. TODAY was the day to prove myself!

If I told my family I would shower by myself, they’d scream “NOOOO, it’s dangerous!” 😱 But only YOU know if it’s dangerous or not. It’s better to assess your mental and physical capacities quickly, without overestimating. Always put the unexpected in your plan.

I decided I could do it! Like deciding to talk on the moon! 🌕🚀 But I had a plan.


Step 3: The Plan – Think Two Thousand Times 📝🤪

The plan started with gathering everything I would need. And you need to think — not twice, but two thousand times, because in the shower, it’s just you. Every single step could be a risk assumed. Do not take it lightly!


Step 4: Category 1 – The Shower 🛁🔥

Do I have everything I need inside the shower? Except a mobile shower head, LOL. 😤

BRO, I will never forget that you refused to install my mobile shower. You made my life harder with your EGO. Like, you don’t know that a vagina is top to bottom, and the fixed shower rain is also top to bottom. How am I supposed to clean my private parts, twist my arms, legs, head, and body on a broken leg, in a shower chair under a fixed shower head, careful not to slip on the tub floor? HUH? 😡

What’s wrong with you? GUILTY! No empathy! LOL 😂


Step 5: The Checklist (Girls, Write This Down!) 📝💥

Put it on paper (words from my RN Trauma Manager 😂)

Inside the shower:

  • Shower bench — check ✅
  • TWO non-slip mats — two covering the bathfloor; and two for bathtub’sbottom, you never know when a leg might slip — check 🛡️
  • Showerbench — legs adjusted, must stay HORIZONTAL with two legs in bath, two outside
  • Shower curtain — properly adjusted (otherwise flood warning) 🚨
  • Shower head — properly positioned; moving it is dangerous ⚠️
  • Shower gel, shampoo, sponge — within arm’s reach 🧴
  • Long-handled brush for back (everything in my house has a long handle, lol) 🖐️
  • Pot with long handle — to rinse private parts, because without mobile shower head, soap collects; unless you want bubbles on the floor, rinse “IT” manually 💦

Did I mention a small bath towel? Yes — better than a sponge. 🛁

Outside the shower:

  • Shower supportbarsteady support point
  • My support points was: shower bar, sink cabinet, door wall 🏗️
  • Make sure floors are dry, no missing mats, no towel on the floor 🚫🧻
  • Everything must be within arm’s reach

Because I’m crazy, I took my cellphone — hidden in dirty laundry, at least close enough to hear me yelling: “SIRI, call 911, because I fell naked in the shower!” 😂

Clothes: make a list not to forget socks and undies — hey bro, buy me new ones, because mine were stolen. Keep all clothes close to your wheelchair. Keep wheelchair locked all the times.

Other essentials: towels, hair, face, body supplies. NO hydration cream until back in bed — a little cream and you can fall. ⚠️


Step 6: Action! The Shower Mission 💦😎

  • Move carefully onto the bench
  • Test every support point before transfer your body (more about it on next story)
  • Wash, rinse, repeat… with “oh no, my povrecito leg!” and “Siri, call 911!”
  • Chaos + bubbles everywhere
  • Victory is mine 🏆✨

Step 7: Post-Shower Reward & Reflection ☕💖

  • Dry off carefully
  • Hydrate; skip moisturizing cream on hands and feet until you are on bed
  • Enjoy a decaf coffee or small treat — you survived! 😋

Step 8: Key Takeaways from Chaos 💡🤣

  • Plan everything — inside and outside
  • Know your limits — mentally and physically
  • Laugh at chaos — rehab can be fun
  • Tools = life savers

🎉 Conclusion:
Showering after ankle rehab isn’t just hygiene — it’s a victory over your limitations. Plan it, laugh a lot, and celebrate every messy, chaotic, ridiculous success. Life is short — make your showers fun, safe, and full of personality! 🎊

Check out the next story, tomorrow, to see how I actually did the shower after all the prep ➡️ My Real Shower Adventure After Prep! 🛁😜



Day Two of My Broken Ankle Recovery: Coffee, Music & Rehab Fun

Day two of my ankle recovery, and six weeks since the crash.

When it keeps raining, mornings are hard — painful, stiff, and slow.
Still, I try to keep going by focusing on the good. And today, there is good.

The good news: I advanced from wearing the foamwalkingboots 24/7 to using them only when I walk.
And no — I’m still not walking yet 😅
But at least now I can sleep better.

Yupiii. And that is great, isn’t it?

Another very good reason to wake up and live with a stiff ankle: coffee
I wish it were café con leche, like in Spain… but it’s not.
So I adapt.

I found a bonbon coffee, close enough to my beloved Spanish version, and I keep going there.
Honestly? Still cheaper than a therapist. LOL.

Physiotherapy is expensive here, but thank God we have AI, YouTube, and people like me who share their recovery journeys online.

I still have my resistance bands from years ago — back when I used them to become pretty sexy and slim.
Done with that era! 😂
Now they’re officially reassigned: ankle rehab mode.

YouTube music on.
AI‑generated rehab routine.
I compare it with what others did before me and with my surgeon’s notes.
And then… let’s go, girl.

I discovered that doing exercises sitting on a chair actually works well.
And the songs — oh, the songs — they’re amazing. They truly make me happy.

I might even make a playlist for you:
BrokeYourAnkleRehab 😄

Every day brings a new challenge and a new discovery. In everything.

Like figuring out how to clean soap off your body while sitting on a bathroom chair, using a non‑movable shower head.
Yes. That is a thing.
But we’ll talk about that another time.

Maybe God gave me this challenge so I could teach others how to survive it — with laughter, strength, and honesty.

But for now, until tomorrow:
Find something fun in everything.
Stay up.
Find a good song.
And get yourself a pot with a long handle to wash those bubbles 😂

Love you, like always.
Be good. Be genuine. Be strong.