I used to think generational curses were actual curses put on a family like the “curses” you see cast by the evil witch in a movie…feels the same minus the beautiful gown and prince who saves the day.
I have been committed to ending the generational curses in my own family. I may never be able to help those that came before me, but I damn well can help my child and those that come after.
You watch patterns, and if you step back and become non reactive, you see the curses laid out so clearly… lack, fear, shame, anxiety, hate, and pride. Well, no. I say no. No, I will not be a part of this. No, I will not pass this down. No, you can’t have my soul. I’m taking it back.
I’m brave. I am. I will always defend you, I will never stand by and watch someone being bullied or abused. I will take the hit, and because of that, I know I can overcome any curse no matter how strong.
I will watch as the children in my life grow up totally unencumbered by the very things that threaten to suffocate me, and I will see them thrive and know that the hell ended with me. Someone has to say no more.
I will say it. I will stand in it. You may have destroyed every generation before us, but you can not have us because we see you.
Maybe just knowing is the beginning of the end.