Camila Schmid Iglesias

2025 really said: "Hold my cup a second, imma test this little queen here!". And I definitely did not see it coming.

Meant in the worst and best ways.

Because rock bottom means that the mountain peak is next.
Because tough times reveal who to keep - and who to loose.
Because beauty and love can be found in the ugliest of disasters.

Grief and growth. What a pair.

I don't think that I've ever been as happy to see a year end before and still, I have to honor the fact that I survived - and yes, even thrived as much as I could.

In 2025 I won a literal war with (and between) Austrian/German "Behörden" at the cost of my physical and psychological sanity.
I fought myself through a completely broken and dysfunctional health system that failed to properly diagnose my injury.
I learned to actively choose my personal wellbeing over my projects and work.
I took a biiiiig step out of my comfort zone and asked for help - really asked - for the first few times in my life.
I had my very first major surgery.
And, I started the process of learning to LITERALLY walk again.

I don't have the words to express my gratitude for those who witnessed this year first hand and kept supporting, holding, and elevating me - and for those who continue to be patient with me while I'm still a little MIA and out of reach.

Especially: My wifey who immediately got a wheelchair and took me to KdK25. My bestie who was always ready to join my fight against racist medical staff. A new friend who unconditionally did my groceries. My soulsister who opened her doors when I needed to leave as my world crumbled apart. My cousin who helped me win my joy and perspective back. My aunt for coming all the way from Miami to pamper me post surgery. My mom for her unconditional love and moral support through it all.

You're all in my heart forever.

2026?
Game on, bitch.
Catch me if you can.
💋🖕🏾🍑