04/28/2026
I thought this weekend was a setback.
It wasn’t. I felt angry, confused, and frustrated. I didn’t act from a calm integrated feeling.
It showed me I can go deeper.
That I’m ready for it.
There was a time where I could have ignored it and shove it down, bury the trigger.
During my incredible session I had this morning,
I saw that the pain I was carrying
was not only mine.
It was generational.
Passed through grandmothers.
Mothers.
Women who came before me.
Somewhere inside, I tried to love them by carrying what hurt them.
I tried to protect them by taking it on myself.
And in the subconscious, that can become:
If they suffered, I should suffer too.
If it happened before, it will happen again.
If I carry the pain, maybe I belong.
My mind knew better.
But deep in the body, old beliefs can live long after logic has spoken.
So the anger was not failure.
The fear was not weakness.
The reaction was not proof I’m broken.
It was the moment an inherited wound came up to be seen.
Healing is not only about changing your story.
Sometimes it is about ending a story that never belonged to you.
I do not have to repeat what was passed down.
I do not have to earn love through pain.
I do not have to carry what is not mine.