My Story

It’s the name I was given. And the place I’ve become.

I was raised in Los Angeles by a strong Mexican family. We didn’t grow up with much, but we had what mattered—family, faith, resilience, and pride. Like so many of us in Latino households, I watched my family do whatever it took to create a better life. Hustle wasn’t a choice—it was just what we did.

I grew up in a home full of men who built—legacies, discipline, and structure. I learned to build too. But no one ever taught us how to pause. How to rest without guilt. How to feel without shame. In our culture, strength is survival. Emotions are often silenced. And rest is something earned only after you’ve pushed yourself to the edge.

For years, I lived that way—driven, disciplined, and disconnected. It worked, until it didn’t.

Cueva is a space where ambition and softness can live side by side.
Where healing doesn’t mean losing your edge—it means finally understanding your power.

This work is deeply personal. But it’s also collective.
Because what we carry isn’t just ours—it’s generational.
And what we heal has the power to shift everything that comes after us.

This is Cueva.

Rooted in us. Made for what’s next.