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CaóticaMente

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Two worlds. One body.

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A little bit of me

This isn’t me speaking as a trainer.


This is me speaking as a person.

Not from achievement, but from the effort it takes just to hold it all together.


I don’t think this will offer any lesson, takeaway, or happy ending.

What I do know is that what I share here isn’t meant to be liked.
It just is.

And sometimes, what is doesn’t match what’s expected.


For many years (despite everything), I was a happy kid, a positive teenager, and then—as an adult—I ran into the hardest part:
Living with insecurity, frustration, doubt, ego, unmet ambitions, and a constant background noise of something missing.

Sometimes it’s strength. Sometimes stability.
Often time. Often money.


I work alone, think alone, plan alone.

Yes, I use tools (and GPT—thanks for that).
I’m pretty self-taught.

I know where I want to go:
To live doing what I love.
But between knowing and doing, there’s a big gap.

One that sometimes wears me down.


Caóticamente was born from all of this.

From emotional mess, mental noise, and unanswered questions.
But also from a desire to share from a more honest place.


If this sounds familiar—if you’re also trying to hold it all together without anyone noticing—then this space is yours too.

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Hello, chaos. Welcome to Limbo.

Door to Limbo.

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Thank you for being here.


What you’re about to read isn’t meant to entertain or impress.
It’s written to set something free.


There are no universal answers here,
but there are fragments of truth.
Reflections, pauses—
things that stirred something in me
and maybe will in you too.
Not everything takes shape. And that’s okay.


If something you read strikes a chord,
it means it belongs to you too.
Come in.


Limbo’s been waiting for yo

Door to Limbo.

Acceso Nivel 2
Autorizado para suscriptores.

Thank you for being here.


What you’re about to read isn’t meant to entertain or impress.
It’s written to set something free.


There are no universal answers here,
but there are fragments of truth.
Reflections, pauses—
things that stirred something in me
and maybe will in you too.
Not everything takes shape. And that’s okay.


If something you read strikes a chord,
it means it belongs to you too.
Come in.


Limbo’s been waiting for yo

Door to Limbo.

Acceso Nivel 3
Sólo para miembros exclusivos

Thank you for being here.


What you’re about to read isn’t meant to entertain or impress.
It’s written to set something free.


There are no universal answers here,
but there are fragments of truth.
Reflections, pauses—
things that stirred something in me
and maybe will in you too.
Not everything takes shape. And that’s okay.


If something you read strikes a chord,
it means it belongs to you too.
Come in.


Limbo’s been waiting for yo

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