"The Pathways We Inherit" - Diosy Reyes @vision_elevated
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This caught us by surprise! It really inspires us to keep being the change we want to see - transforming the lives of youth and our community. We want to say a heartfelt thank you to Diosy for even taking the time to write something so powerful about us - let alone to speak it into existence and share it with the world. Even though the poem is about us it's really about every Vallero and Vallera working to make a difference.
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This was at the launch of United Against Hate Week which was marked by a Mural Unveiling at the San Fernando Community Mental Health Center in Van Nuys commissioned by LA vs. Hate and the LA County Commission on Human Relations. The mural name is "Sunset Luminaries" and the muralist is Carlos Rogel.
#pacoima #lavshate #gr818ers #elvalle #sanfernandovalley
Three years ago, in the spring of 2022, I fought for my life in this very place
one of my favorite meditation spots. A space that once brought me peace became a battleground for my survival. Since then, I’ve only been back three times this being the third. Each visit has been a test of courage, a confrontation with fear, and a step toward reclaiming what was taken from me.
I miss the deep peace I once felt here, in nature, in myself. But I am still here. Still standing, still healing, still choosing to live even through the fear. That day, I chose to fight and run, and that choice saved my life. Now, I’m learning how to find my way back to myself. @818mountaingirl is still here, figuring it out. 🥹🦋
To my compañero @momoproductions999 thank you for this day, for standing beside me, for reminding me who I am when fear tries to make me forget. To all my friends and family, your love keeps me moving forward, reclaiming my peace, and trusting that I am safe in my own skin again.
📸 @momoproductions999
#healing #resiliencia #reclaimingpeace
Hi friends, let me reintroduce myself🦋
I’m Diosy, a neurodivergent dreamer from Pacoima, building, creating, and growing every step of the way. 🌱
This is the start of something personal—my thoughts, dreams, and everything in between. It’s been a journey of learning to trust myself in spaces that don’t always get me. Growing up, I was too much for some, not enough for others, and constantly questioning where I fit in. But I’ve come to realize that my difference is my strength.
Being neurodivergent means my mind works in its own unique way—sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always differently. And though it’s not always easy, it’s the fuel behind my creativity and my drive to build a life that feels authentic to me.
There are days of doubt, of feeling like I’m not enough, or wondering if I’m heading in the right direction. But I’ve learned to embrace that uncertainty and create anyway—sharing my thoughts, my dreams, my process—real and raw.
I’ve often been told I don’t look like I’m neurodivergent, as if there’s a certain “look” we’re supposed to have. But the truth is, neurodivergence isn’t something that can be seen from the outside. It’s about the way my brain processes the world—uniquely, sometimes intensely, but always authentically.
This page is about my journey of growth, of embracing both the mess and the beauty of chasing my goals while staying true to who I am. No filters, just me, learning, growing, and carving out space for my dreams to take shape.
Follow along, and let’s explore what life on the spectrum really looks like.
#neurodivergent #dreamer #momlife #entrepreneur #buildingandgrowing #chasinggoals #authenticity #recap
Earth Day has always felt personal to me.
Nature is where I’ve always gone to feel whole… where things made sense, where I could just exist without overthinking anything. The outdoors raised a version of me that felt free.
Trigger warning. The second to last slide is hard.
It shows the aftermath of an assault that changed me during a solo off-grid hike. Since then, being out there alone hasn’t felt the same. Something that once felt like home started to feel unfamiliar.
I’m still finding my way back, slowly. Through the people who love me… my friends, my family, my boyfriend… they’ve held that connection to nature with me when I couldn’t hold it on my own.
Earth Day reminds me of the life I’ve lived in the sun, the dirt, the quiet… and how much of me still belongs there. I’m grateful for that version of me. And I hope, one day, I can find the kind of peace that was taken, and make it mine again.
#earthday
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad 🤍
You would have been 76 today. That still doesn’t feel real.
You were the best girl dad. You leaned into all our silly little requests, took us on our dates and showed up in ways that made life feel easier, softer. You didn’t make a big deal about it, you just loved us well.
When I became a single mom, you stepped in without hesitation. You were the best grandpa but more than that, you made sure I was okay. You held me down in a way that made me feel safe like no matter what I wasn’t alone.
As long as I had you, I wasn’t.
These last 6 years without you have changed me. I’ve had to grow in ways I didn’t ask for. Some days are still really heavy. I still reach for you without thinking, still wish I could hear what you’d say.
But you’re still with me. In how I love, how I care for my kids, how I keep going even when it’s hard. Everything you gave me is still carrying me.
I miss you every day. I love you forever.
Happy Birthday, Dad 🕊️
life is beautiful but damn… it can be hard.
being in love with yourself and your life doesn’t always mean capturing everything. sometimes it’s being present enough to let the moment come and go
and then later feeling a little sad you didn’t save it somewhere.
trauma did a number on my memory, so for a long time photos were how i proved to myself life was really happening. little proof that the days were real. sometimes now i can’t remember what I did last weekend, or even last friday.
but I do know this:
I’m smiling more. I’m softer with myself. and I’m a lot less worried about how I’m being perceived.
i’ve learned beauty can be a strange disguise & aesthetic can be a strange kind of illusion.
I’ve seen people living inside perfect frames who were quietly falling apart. sometimes the most polished lives carry the heaviest silence.
so a reminder to myself and anyone who needs it:
if loving your life right now looks a little quieter, a little slower, a little more private… that’s okay.
some seasons aren’t meant to be captured. not everything beautiful needs a camera roll. some moments are meant to pass through you while you’re living them.
maybe the memory isn’t in the photo… maybe it’s in the way you’re changing.
just be you. people will always have something to say anyway.
#mondaymorning #haveagoodweek #staytruetoyou
Que no ves lo que ya cambio dentro de ti?
Si no eres suficiente hoy. . . entonces crece ♾️
Jan-Feb 2026
Some seasons rearrange you enough to wonder who you’ve been all along. Growth isn’t always clarity, sometimes it’s questions.
#archives #inbetween #distopia
