C. V. Vergara Podcast

A POWERFUL NOVEL OF SILENT BATTLES. One mother delves into the insidious fracture of family bonds, exploring the profound resilience of the human spirit in the face of silence. Only on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GY8741Q3 The silent epidemic of parental alienation against mothers —and the path to healing.

Hello. Not Having a Tribe Does Not Make You a Failure. Hope, Too, Belongs to the Black Sheep. This is a space for those who do not quite fit. For those without a tribe,without a close-knit family,without a clear place where they feel chosen. This is not a podcast for people surrounded by love. It is for those who remain standing without a safety net. And if you are here,you have probably wondered,...

“When the Heart No Longer Mends the Same Way”I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life. There are sorrows that never scream, yet they weigh —upon one’s shoulders, one’s breath, one’s weary soul. Today, I want to speak about that quiet ache:when everything around you seems unchanged,but...

Hello… I’m Vanina , and I welcome you to Caring: Voices for Healing —a space where we give voice to the things we so often keep unspoken. Today, in this episode, I want to talk about something that touches us all,even when we prefer to deny it: mental health. Every year, on the 10th of October, the world observes World Mental Health Day. But beyond the date, what truly matters is understanding tha...

It is not an emotional spa, nor a hashtag, nor the stuff of cheap self-help. It is like learning a new language after years of being mute to myself. Sometimes it sounds clumsy, sometimes it falters… yet still, I try. I write this barefaced, with a trembling voice, yet one that is true. Learning, day by day, that self-love is built anew—even as guilt and shame still visit me,my back bent beneath th...

What happened today was not merely a quarrel;it was like opening a box of memories that had never been properly shut. Today, I did not simply argue with my seventy-four-year-old father,widowed and bound still to alcohol;I also confronted the man of my entire childhood and adolescence,the one who carved deep scars into my being.“I am not that little girl. I am a woman, free and strong.”“This is not...

The Invisible RucksackFor nearly twenty years, I deferred myself. I belittled therapy, believing the old stigma that only “the mad” went to a psychologist—a taboo in Paraguayan society, and in my circle. In my time, speaking of mental health was a jest, a source of shame. I consoled myself with “this will pass” or “these matters are not spoken of.” But they did not pass. They crystallised into a d...

There are moments in life when one believes all is lost. When the road once familiar vanishes, and the map becomes useless. I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life. When the world collapses around you, and the echo of your own footsteps is your only companion—where do you go? At that...

Today, I speak to you in raw honesty—about a distant echo that has returned like a boomerang, heard once more across the years. It happened to both myself and my husband: we share the same mirrored wound—the children who drift away, who offer no space for dialogue. It leaves behind a sensation of living death—as though one had been erased from history itself. And the inevitable question lingers: w...

“A Couple of Letters to Myself”I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life. First Letter:[Breathe. You are alive. You are here. And that, even when you forget it, is a miracle built of courage, not of luck. You have passed through hells that no one witnessed. You drowned in silence, you w...

It feels rather trite to repeat the slogan “woman, mother and wife,” so I prefer, above all else, to be a person. This is the story of my life—devoid of proper names, but entirely real. I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paraguay. I have three children whom I love deeply, and this is my life. These letters were not written to elicit pity nor to be ap...

I do not have life all figured out. I have life lived. And at this stage, that carries more weight. Today I do not chase movie-ending happy-ever-afters. I pursue genuine moments: those in which an honest conversation heals more than a thousand medications, when a recipe made with love nourishes more than the most sophisticated menu, when looking someone in the eye and saying “I went through that t...

I do not regret separating. I regret only that I could not shield them from all the collateral damage—from the scourge of parental alienation. For I did not abandon them; it was the failed system that tore me away. They wrenched me from their lives, then blamed me for the hollow that remained. And I… I believed it, for far too long. My children are my eternal love, my unhealed wound, my steadfast...

Spirituality UnboundThe Faith That Saved MeI was raised in a Catholic school, amidst holy cards, litanies, long prayers, and a guilt heavier than any cross. I was taught that God was a stern-faced judge, watching from above whether one behaved well or ill, rewarding submission and punishing rebellion. I longed to believe… yet I also longed to live. I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english...

Broken MandatesThe Woman Who Said “Enough”I grew up amidst masses, rosaries, and that dense air of unspoken mandates—heavy as a tombstone:Be silent. Obey. Sacrifice. You were born to care, to endure, to serve. First your parents, then your husband, then your children. And you—last of all, if anything remains. I am Vanina Vergara - C.V. Vergara to the english-speaking world born in Asunción- Paragu...

Vanina Vergara Podcasts- The Price of Holding It All Together S01E03 The Price of Holding It All Together Adolescence did not arrive as a fresh breeze of freedom, but rather as a forced relocation into the role of adulthood. Whilst other girls dreamt of their first kiss or an evening at the cinema, I was extinguishing emotional fires at home. I was the “caregiving daughter”—the one who accompanied...

The Girl Who Learned to Keep Silent — Childhood in an Emotional DictatorshipI was born into a household where love was but a distant rumour. Present, yes, though never the protagonist. I grew up hearing hushed arguments and witnessing gestures that spoke far louder than words. My mother, a strong woman worn down by life; my father, a man who never knew how to love without dominating. I cannot reca...

This is my story—my way of unveiling a reality that echoes through far too many households, and yet so few dare to recount without the varnish of social pretence: divorces and separations that leave deep wounds upon our children, those innocent beings who should never bear the weight of adult battles. Writing these words is no simple task. I do not know what my children shall think when, one day,...