Elisodalia’s Biography
I was born in 1980, in a small corner of the United States, in a world that wanted women to stay quiet, stay small, and stay obedient. From the time i took my first breath, the world had already written a script for me, what a daughter should be, how a young girl should behave, what kind of woman i was expected to become.
By 1991, when i was just eleven years old, i already felt those invisible chains wrapping around me. There’s a photograph of me from that year, a little girl, with a fire flickering behind her eyes. I didn’t have the language for it then, but i knew something was wrong. I watched the women around me give everything, their love, their bodies, their voices, their youth, and still be told it wasn’t enough. And yet, even in those moments, i would cling to my little crown toy, pretending i was a queen. It was almost funny, really, how seriously i took it, as if somewhere deep inside, i already knew i was meant for more than silence.
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15.11.1991.
I saw mothers burning themselves out just to keep everyone else whole. I saw wives silenced into submission, forced to swallow their anger until it poisoned them. I saw daughters, bright and radiant, trained to smile when they wanted to scream. I watched brilliant souls shrink themselves just to be “acceptable.” Even as a child, i made a promise to myself: I will not spend my life broken and silent.
But promises are easier whispered at nine than lived out at nineteen.
My teenage years were a battlefield. I tried to play the “good girl,” and it nearly destroyed me. I hid my hunger, dimmed my light, softened my voice, until i almost forgot who i was. Heartbreaks shattered me. Betrayals left me raw. I gave and gave, thinking love was earned through sacrifice, until i was empty. And yet, pain became my teacher. Every scar carved its wisdom into me.
Every wound became a doorway into a deeper truth: the world does not hand power to women, we must claim it. By my early twenties, other women began to sense something in me. They would sit beside me, sometimes strangers, sometimes friends, and their confessions would spill out like water breaking a dam. Desires they felt ashamed of. Anger they had buried. Dreams they were told were impossible. And i would look into their eyes, as if i were looking into a mirror of my younger self, and i would say: “You are not broken. You are not too much. You are exactly what the world is afraid of, powerful.”
Then came 2005. I was twenty-five. There’s another photograph of me from that year. When i look at it now, i see both the pain and the awakening etched into my face. I see a woman who had walked through storms and nearly drowned, but who emerged with flames in her chest. That photo is proof of transformation. The girl who once felt small was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew: I would never again silence myself to make others comfortable.
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21.05.2005.
Through the years that followed, i traveled. I listened. I spoke with women across the country, women in boardrooms, women in kitchens, women in late night tears, women with laughter hiding their exhaustion. And no matter where they came from, the story was the same: each woman carried a restless ache. Not because she lacked anything, but because she had been taught to hide everything.
And that is why i created Elisodalia Puzzle. Not as a business. Not as a website. But as a rebellion. A sanctuary for women who are tired of shrinking. Tired of waiting. Tired of being told their desires are dangerous.
This is not about becoming who society wants you to be. This is about remembering who you already are. By the way my book, SheMystery, is not just a book. It is my weapon. My offering. My love letter to the feminine soul. It is the voice i once needed when i was silenced. It is the mirror i wish had been held to me when i doubted my worth. It is the map that guides you back to yourself, unapologetic, magnetic, unstoppable.
Sister, please hear me: you did not find this page by accident. You were led here because your soul has been searching, even in the silence. This is your call to rise. To gather the missing pieces that patriarchy tried to scatter. To reclaim your voice, your body, your intuition, your rage, your softness, your power. We are no longer here to play small. We are here to awaken. We are here to remind the world that the feminine is not weak, she is the most unstoppable force in existence. With fire, with love, and with moonlight,
Elisodalia Lunara. 🌙
