“I arrived at Jaguart Serenity not really knowing what I was looking for — just with a heart in pieces. What made me stay was discovering that I wasn’t alone. That there were other women who had also felt that emptiness, that guilt, that abandonment. I felt embraced, even if no one touched me.”
“The reconnection ritual was my first step. I cried with every phrase, every question. But also, for the first time, I listened to myself. Reading the book, I understood that I was enough — he simply didn’t have the eyes to see it.”
“Today I can say my worth doesn’t depend on anyone else. I hold it. And if some woman is reading this, in the middle of confusion, believing she did something wrong… I want to tell her: don’t hand your worth to anyone. Your worth is in you. It has always been. Jaguart just helped me remember it.”

“I felt fury. Disgust. Rage. Betrayal. My chest was tight, and my head wouldn’t stop repeating: How didn’t I see it earlier? What did I do wrong to deserve this?”
“When I arrived at Jaguart Serenity, I was full of fire — not the kind that transforms, but the kind that burns you from the inside. The first thing that made me stay was reading that I wasn’t crazy. That it’s normal to feel so much anger. That rage is also part of the process… and that it’s valid to feel it, especially when the person who betrays you is your husband.”
“Doing the ritual was like opening a floodgate. I began to release resentment little by little. Not toward him… toward me. Because I understood I hadn’t done anything wrong. He chose to cheat. He chose to lie. And I… I only loved with everything.”
“Today I can say it without guilt: I deserve better. I deserved loyalty. And I deserve peace.”
“If you’re in the place where I once was… leave. At the first sign of betrayal, don’t betray yourself by staying. Your time, your energy, your love… are too precious to spend on someone who doesn’t know how to care for them.”

“What hurt wasn’t only the abandonment. It was the poison of his words. Suddenly, everything I had built inside myself collapsed. I felt ugly. Empty. Humiliated. How could someone destroy in seconds what had taken me years?”
“And there I was… alone in Barcelona, without family, without friends, without answers. Just the echo of his contempt and the chaos in my mind.”
“I found Jaguart Serenity by chance, but I stayed for a simple reason: I read that you don’t need to be perfect to deserve love. And that sentence broke me open… because no one had ever said it to me like that. I had always thought I had to improve, please, change to be worthy.”
“The ritual was my first real act of self-love. It wasn’t magic. It was a decision. I began to care for myself, to speak to myself kindly, to see myself through different eyes. I discovered his gaze was dirty… but mine could heal.”
“Today I embrace myself as I am. And I would tell any woman going through the same: work on your self-love as if your life depended on it… because sometimes, it does. If you don’t know your worth, anyone can make you believe you’re worth less than you are — and that… that’s the most painful thing of all.”

“I remember one night. I made dinner. He arrived and didn’t even sit at the table. He stayed on the couch, smiling while he texted someone. I asked what was going on and he said it was a friend. I felt something inside me break. But I swallowed it. Again.”
“Months later he left with ‘the one from Instagram.’ The same one he had already liked in every photo, the one he followed while I slept beside him. He moved in with her. And this time he did post photos. He did show his new life. As if I had never existed.”
“I felt invisible. And the worst part… I thought it was my fault. That I wasn’t enough. That maybe I was too intense, too sensitive, too ‘much.’”
“Until I found Jaguart Serenity. I wasn’t looking to heal — I just didn’t want to go crazy. But the first ritual reminded me of something I had completely forgotten: I also deserve to be seen with love.”
“I cried a lot at first. But little by little, I began to reclaim my voice. I stopped walking in fear of bothering. I stopped silencing my emotions to avoid ‘inconveniencing’ someone else. I began to feel alive. Vibrant. Beautiful. Not because anyone told me so — because I remembered.”
“Today I would tell any woman in that dark place: don’t get used to a love that dims you. Love shouldn’t hurt or scare you. Love starts with you. And there is a beautiful freedom on the other side of that fear. I swear there is.”

“When I confronted him, he denied everything. I had to call her. We had to face him together. And there, with the two of us in front of him, he had no escape. I remember his face. Empty. Cowardly. And mine… shattered.”
“I felt stupid. Humiliated. How did I miss the signs? How did I let myself become so vulnerable? My friends and family wanted to help, but there was a pain inside me that couldn’t be soothed with advice. I felt like I was going crazy from sadness.”
“Until I found Jaguart Serenity. Or maybe Jaguart found me. I opened the book without much hope, but a single paragraph was enough to feel understood. To know my pain wasn’t eternal. That I wasn’t alone. That I wasn’t broken forever.”
“I did the rituals crying. I wrote in my journals as if my soul were bleeding through the words. But in that process, something began to change. I understood it was never my fault. That I didn’t cause his infidelity, nor did I choose to be in a triangle I didn’t even know existed. I understood pain is real — and so is healing.”
“Today I look back and know I survived something I thought would destroy me. And if I could speak to a woman where I once was, I would say: don’t believe you’ll always feel like this. This is only part of the path. The sun will return. Your soul knows it. It just needs you to hold it a little longer.”

“I had a ‘proper’ life, a stable partner, an orderly routine. And yet… something inside me screamed. Something told me: this isn’t love — it’s resignation disguised as stability.”
“One night, while searching online without knowing exactly what for, Jaguart Serenity appeared. I read a phrase: ‘You are not broken — you are coming back to yourself.’ And I cried like I hadn’t cried in years. It was as if someone spoke directly to my soul.”
“It wasn’t an immediate change. But doing the emotional reconnection ritual was like opening a crack where the light finally came in. I began to ask myself: What do I want? What do I need? What is good for me?”
“And I realized something painful yet liberating: I had been abandoning myself to hold a life that no longer belonged to me.”
“Today I don’t have all the answers, but I have the courage to choose my truth — even if it’s uncomfortable. I’ve learned to listen to myself, to name what hurts, and not to ask permission to be me.”
“If you also feel yourself dimming in silence, I say this from my soul: you don’t need a tragedy to begin again. Sometimes it’s enough to have the courage to listen to yourself… and to respond with love.”