CREATING IS ALSO SURVIVING

There are days when creating doesn’t come from inspiration, but from necessity.

I create because if I don’t, I fade. Because between bills to pay, fears, silences, and loneliness, creating becomes my refuge.

Creating is also surviving.

when giving up is not an option

It’s not always beautiful. It’s not always aesthetic.

Sometimes it’s crying while I work, designing with a tired heart, dreaming when the body is begging to stop.

And yes… sometimes the soul gets tired too.

Tired of carrying so many things at once.

In my case, surviving also means having my daughter living in another country, loving from afar, mothering at a distance. It means dealing with family situations from here, from New York, without being where I wish I could be.

It means having a thousand jobs, constantly searching for opportunities, trying to open paths without papers, without stability, with fear… but with faith.

It’s a constant struggle. Silent. Invisible to many.

And in the middle of all that, I take refuge in creating.

In learning.

In not giving up.

In believing that one day all this effort will make sense.

Sometimes I even feel selfish for feeling this way.

Tired. Fragile. Broken at times.

But I keep going.

Because giving up is not an option when my dreams are the only thing they haven’t managed to break.

Because creating, for me, is not just art.

It is resistance.

It is faith.

It is the way I survive.