Created By a Therapist with PTSD
I want you to get to know a little about me, so here it goes - My name is Joselyn, born and raised in Loíza, Puerto Rico—you know, the kind of place people don’t visit unless they’re from the community. Life was chaotic, loud, and full of rollercoasters.
My childhood? Picture this: a divorced home, a military mom raising four kids with a stepdad who was always deployed. Stress wasn’t just a part of life—it was life. We grew up in the “suck it up and keep going” era—sports, school, and of course, the occasional high-speed chase from a flying chancla. 😅 And let’s not forget those moments when the belt (or whatever was nearby) came out, and suddenly, you’re getting a smack for every syllable being shouted. Classic, right?
It's funny now, but it wasn't then! And let’s not forget the super religious upbringing where God was watching my every move...no talking back and you better be grateful you got food on the table or you're going straight to...well you know.
Independence wasn’t a choice; it was a necessity. I moved out at 17, got married at 19, and walked right into an abusive relationship. I got divorced, lived my best (and messiest) life for a while, then joined the military. That’s where life threw another curveball—I was sexually assaulted.
Fast forward: I met the love of my life. We had a miscarriage, then a son. But even in my happiest moments, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with me. I didn’t feel connected...not even to my child. What was wrong with me!?
How Therapy is Privileged
It took seven years of therapy for me to figure it out. Seven years. I became a therapist, became trauma-specialized, and finally started unpacking the mountain of trauma I’d been carrying around. That unprocessed pain? It kept me stuck—distrusting everyone, reliving my worst moments, never fully present because I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And let me tell you, when I started looking around the wellness and mental health industry, I realized just how broken it is. It’s full of people preying on the vulnerable, and the ones who need help the most? They’re left out. Finding someone who truly gets you as a minority? Good luck with that. I paid thousands of dollars to become trauma-specialized, and don’t believe this knowledge should be for those who can afford thousands of dollars to heal.
I don’t believe in coddling...so here's the hard uncomfortable truth...healing is hard, uncomfortable, and yes, it hurts. My clients tell me I’ve mastered the balance between honesty, practicality, and giving grace when needed: I don’t speak over their heads, I call out the chaos, and I hand them practical tools to start untangling it.
I’ve lived this. I’ve been through the trenches. I’ve done the work. And now, I want to help you do it too—not just for yourself, but for the sake of those you love...for the collective. My story, the tools I share in this game, and the work we’ll do together are about something bigger than you or me.
Change Your Life -The Journey Starts Here
Because therapy is expensive and I am tired of the industry’s greed. I want others to have access to healing and knowledge through free: workshops, learning, books, games & community. Healing shouldn’t just be a privilege, it should be accessible & affordable. Trauma destroys connection…but you can restore your life, your relationships, and stop the cycles of chaos.
