11/07/2025
It’s been a funny time lately. I know I’ve been away, and my positive reels kind of disappeared, but that’s because life took me on a journey. A journey of new experiences, and a deeper test of the healing I’ve worked so hard for. I found myself revisiting the past, not to stay there, but to see just how far I’ve come.
And the truth is, I did heal.
I healed from the pain people caused me. I healed from the emotional chaos and the toxicity that shaped my early life. I faced what many people never do : a violent parent with mental health issues who still believes violence is how you raise children. And while she may never admit that it was wrong, I no longer need her to.
Because I’ve learned that some people won’t ever change. Some people won’t have regrets. They’ll cling to their version of the past. And honestly, I don’t feel sad about it. I feel sorry. Because she never knew any better. But I do.
I’m very, very far from the person they were. That matters.
My father was absent. He dipped in and out of my life, and the mistake he made stepping out of his “familiar life” left a ripple effect that reached me and now, my children. They ask, “Why doesn’t Granddad never shows up ?” And how do I explain that adults can make choices that leave lifelong marks? That dysfunction doesn’t stop with the generation before it echoes unless someone chooses to stop it.
And that someone is me.
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