Wendy Rae Fiallo

What a time.
You know I follow it all, read it all, sift and sort and piece life together like a jigsaw puzzle.
I am not a surface level person. I don’t bu****it. I don’t often go places where I can’t have conversation that means something. Mostly because I can’t stand it. I can already read your energy, I’ve already tried to make eye contact with you just to see if you would… idk.
Most everyone in my outer world knows this bubbly, extroverted, peace keeping, fair/just version of me. Shes there. I exist.
But one side I often hid for fear of acceptance was my depth, my shadow, my opinion, my desires, my rebellion.
That’s a survival thing, you know. It’s bu****it.
Something quietly unraveled in me over the course of 8 years but the intensity hit about a year ago. About the time I got shingles (thank you nervous system melt down).
I came out of that slowly, with intention. Saying “no” more. Taking more time for me. Discovering for the first time in decades what it felt like to just be in my skin, in my want, in my feeling. Regardless of a single soul around me.
And most recently something popped. On the inside was a reunion of the little 5 year old who wanted everyone and everything to be okay and the beaten, bruised angry teenager who wanted to light the world on fire.
I used to care if I was the only one. For surely that meant being misunderstood. Am I? Am I the only one to feel as deeply/metaphorically or as observantly as I do? Now- I don’t care if I am the only one at my table.
It’s who I am. And now that I see it, I’ll be damned if I ever abandon myself again. I think the beauty is- for the first time, I’m choosing life on my terms. Not just life- but who’s in it, why they are and if living alongside anything or anyone requires a performance.
Here’s to this Venus retrograde. Here’s to the eclipses that bookended such a PIVOTAL time for healing and emergence.
🖤 I’m definitely better for it.

Mood.
Capricorning in my Cancer.
That’s some hard s**t.

This eclipse has been rough. Here I was thinking things are status quo and bam… just enough drama to show me they aren’t. Dont you hate that? To be caught off guard that you can’t just relax into the consistency of something nice?
Even the biggest hearts and the ones who seem okay- crack.
No this isn’t a cry for help or a moment of whoa-is-me. This is a real moment where I feel like sharing for once that I’m really going through some bu****it and I’m sad.

I’ll probably regret posting this because I’m pretty great at putting on a face and genuinely hoping right over things pretty quickly. Afterall, I know the growth on this is meant only for me as a gift in someway. But damn.

In this case I deserve every ounce of anger I feel and I’m gonna just share it with whoever the hell is on social media these days. ♥️

Still all the love and light to all of us. lol ✨🖕🏼

Behind what’s pretty…

This past year brought the biggest health collapse of my life. It wasn’t loud or visible—it was internal, confusing, and lonely.
I slowly stopped going places. I laughed less. I scared more easily. My energy disappeared. My light didn’t go out—it went quiet.

In September, I woke in the middle of the night to a terrifying vestibular episode—vertigo, panic, sweating, nausea, and four hours of feeling completely out of control. ER visits and specialists later, I learned my nervous system was in overload. Anxiety. Trauma. A body that had finally reached its limit.

I started medication after a lot of resistance. I used to equate it with weakness. Now I understand how protective it can be—how sometimes it’s the thing that holds you steady long enough to heal.

Two months later, a moment in the car triggered a PTSD response tied to a trauma I survived years ago. Days after that, shingles appeared—my body’s final way of saying I can’t carry this anymore.

And still… life kept moving.
I kept showing up—running a business holding space for others, parenting pains and joys, supporting my husband, attending recitals, celebrating holidays and birthdays, trying for “that body”, pushing through days I didn’t feel inside my body.

This is one of the most beautiful photos ever taken of me—and it was captured right in the middle of all of this.

The last slides in this carousel show another truth too: the nonstop ADHD swirl in my head. Screenshots of questions, ideas, spirals, lists, curiosity, urgency—a 24-hour glimpse into how busy my mind still is, even while my body is asking for rest.

I’m sharing this because mental health isn’t always obvious. Trauma doesn’t ask permission. And strength doesn’t always look strong. Sometimes it looks like bending a knee. Slowing down. Letting yourself be held by grace instead of pushing past it.

I don’t have answers yet. I’m still learning how to listen to my body without fear.
But if any part of this feels familiar—if you’re quietly carrying more than you let on—you’re not alone. And you’d never have to explain yourself to me, because I already get it. Here’s to 2026, let’s see how much better it can get.

🖤

Hahahaha. Okay I like it. Merry Christmas. 🎄🎁

Spent our Thanksgiving at The Angus Barn… 10/10 loved it! Magical! ✨✨✨✨✨
Thankful for this life, for all of you and for what the future holds. Sending so much love to you and yours!