20/02/2026
I’ve been thinking a lot about how many children grow up without real stability — not because they’re unloved, but because the adults around them are hurting, angry, or stuck in battles with each other.
Too often, that pain gets passed down.
Too often, children become the weapons.
And the wounds follow us into adulthood.
Recently, I’ve been feeling the weight of this more than ever. My dad passed a few months ago, and even then, there were barriers stopping us from saying goodbye properly. He asked for contact with us, but it never reached us. I’ll never get that moment back. I’ll never get the closure I needed, or the chance to hold him when he needed me most.
It’s painful to realise that the same patterns that took him from me as a child repeated again at the end of his life.
And now I’m left with a heartache that didn’t need to be this deep.
I’m sharing this because I know I’m not the only one who grew up in the crossfire of adults’ unresolved hurt.
I know others have felt silenced, pushed aside, or used as leverage.
And I know how heavy that becomes when we’re grown.
If you’ve lived through anything like this — if you’ve had to carry the consequences of someone else’s anger or decisions — you’re not alone.
And your feelings are valid.
I’d really like to open a conversation about this.
How do we break these cycles?
How do we protect the next generation from the pain we had to swallow?
