Survivor Story
Get Through It
What is it about hispanic/latin culture that tells us to “take it easy,” “no te preocupes” “no llores”
“no te quejes.”
What is it about Hispanic culture that forces us into a sunny disposition?
On a recent exercise session, Celia Cruz’s “La vida es un carnaval” came on. While I admit it got me dancing, I also started having some cognitive dissonance. My body wanted to dance, but my mind said, well, life isn’t always a carnival. Life has pain. It has tears. Although her song admitted that, it also said there’s no point in living life in pain, so just push through and smile.
Forget about the pain. But how?
Now, I don’t pretend to know what the late Celia Cruz went through in her life, knowing she lived through the Cuban revolution and was ultimately exiled from her beloved island, but how did she do it? I am a survivor of child abuse, and for years, I was trained and programmed to say, “We don’t talk about that stuff.” Trauma and family mistakes are private and not discussed outside the house. The problem is it shouldn’t be addressed inside the house either. No one wants to talk about it. It’s taboo. It’s shameful. So what does one do...swallow it and celebrate life as if it were a carnival. Smile. You’ll get through it.