
24/07/2025
Why does something so sacred – like being proud of yourself – feel so tabu when its called out!
I grew up as the black sheep of my whānau.
The younger sister. The one who “got everything”.. that’s how it looked to my siblings. But it wasn’t like that. I had fewer restrictions, FOR SURE!, but what my siblings saw as freedom, I often felt as neglect.
I was the youngest by quite a few years. By the time I was 10, I was left to tend to my own needs...left to my own devices! Often in my own world...
Looking back now, I can see that my parents were in their own state of turmoil.. facing their own demons.
My mum retreated to to protect herself..to survive really and my dad turned to alcohol and many other self sabotaging behaviours. This opened the door to patterns and behaviors that did not serve any of us.
My sister looked at me through a lens of anger and betrayal and I coped the brunt of it. My brother.. He was never really there. So it makes sense his "go to" when dealing with conflict- is often to avoid and retreat.
What followed were years of self-destructive behaviours. Alcohol, drugs, self-harming, self-neglect, often putting myself into unsafe environments.. that only lead to more self destruction. I became my own worst narcissist – beating myself up- constantly for years after! I believed I wasn’t worth much, and my actions echoed that belief.
And yet… through it all, a seed had been planted.
Somewhere deep inside, my whānau had instilled in me the message: "Stand on your own two feet." Though it has often felt lonely and hard to accept – it has in served me and still does.
My journey has absolutely been one of standing on my own two feet. And while I don’t blame my whānau now – I see why they retreated, why they shut down and reacted they way they did..but it didn't mean I haven’t the carried anger ( rage) and grief..possibly for the whole family!
From the outside, we probably looked like a “normal” family. But every whānau carries mamae..inner trauma...often hidden behind closed doors. Some are just better at masking it.
My journey has been about RECLAMATION.
Learning to love and honour myself..ALL parts of myself.
Changing my patterns.
Rewriting the inner dialogue that has kept me small and insignificant.
Tending to the pain no one else has been able acknowledge.
Because in truth – no one else is going to do that for me.
You may long for your whānau to see you. Acknowledge you. Accept you- Maybe they will one day...or maybe they never can. People can only ever hold.. what they can hold in themselves.
So it must start with you.
Loving yourself is hardwork. It takes a daily commitment. A reprogramming of all the old stories you created in your heart to survive. But it’s possible. And it’s powerful.
To those of you showing up for yourselves… doing the mahi… making daily choices to change …
Be proud of yourself whānau...that takes work! Courage!
Show up every day with your kaupapa in mind. For your tamariki. Your mokopuna. For all those coming after us.
We aren't here to change the world.. we are here to change our whakapapa- that can only ripple out.
And it starts with being proud of the journey that got you here.
HARD OUT!! Own it. Honour it.
I see you.
And I am so proud of every single person who has the courage to get on the table… to show up… to shift those generational wounds.
I can't leave this kōrero without honouring my Husband Brenden x You always need someone in your corner! And that person has always been you. I often say.. I have no idea how you landed in my life when you did! But you have continued to love me- even when I have not loved myself x Thank you for always being there and walking this journey alongside me 💜💜
Arohanui x