Mayda Reyes

I started this journey almost 30 years ago. Not as a teacher, but as a woman with a big, open, longing heart. I’ve lost count of how many breakups didn’t kill me but made me stronger. I’ve lived, adventured, and loved intensely. It’s been hard. And it’s been crazy and beautiful.

 

This desire — this longing — pushed me not just to love, but to try to understand love. I became obsessed. I needed to make sense of it. So I studied it from every angle I could find — religion, biology, philosophy, psychology, myth, energy, spirituality.

 

I haven’t just performed love — I’ve lived it.

I’ve felt it in my bones, in my body, in the places that don’t heal easily. I’ve risked my life for it.

I’ve sailed oceans for it.

I’ve studied it, listened to it, questioned it, taught it, bled it. I’ve died many times, in many ways, for it.

 

And I’ve earned the right to challenge it.

To reinvent it.

To try to make sense of this mess.

To rewrite the scripts.

To question the old paradigms and create new ones that actually make sense for who we are now.

 

This is a raw, human space — not polished, not packaged, but alive. this is a space that’s trying to make sense of this wild, messy, beautiful thing we call love and relationships.

 

I’m not here just to share love stories. I want these stories — and the people inside them — to remind you that it’s still worth it. To love through endings. To stay open through disappointment. To believe in new beginnings, even when your heart feels wrecked. Because love doesn’t have to be perfect to be meaningful. And pain? Sometimes it’s not the end — it’s the beginning. A doorway to something deeper, truer, more powerful.

 

I’m not here with polished answers or cute 5-step plans. I’m here to invite you into deeper, messier, more honest conversations — about love, sex, shame, forgiveness, grief, and what it takes to rebuild after the collapse.

 

These are our stories. And along with them, the tender, weird, surprising, and sometimes uncomfortable wisdom I’ve had the privilege of carrying — and now, finally, the courage to share. Welcome to these messy love stories.