Yes, I think quite a few people experience family traumas and suffer as adults. These emotional wounds catch up with us in the 40ies and they can get ugly if we do not do the interior work. I look forwards to the continuation of your post❤️
I too have been one of those little girls. I was the eldest of four and I carried the weight no child should have to carry. I’m 52 now and still healing. ❣️
Michelle, I was the eldest of two and I am now 53 years old. I have decided my mother and father wounds have to stop with me and not be passed on to my three daughters. You see, every generation has their own wounds and we keep passing them down if we are not conscious.
If my story can help you, I would be glad. Take care❤️
Since I was very shy when I was younger, I can relate to sitting by yourself while others played (never thinking to ask you to join).
And yes, childhood trauma can definitely have a major impact that carries into adulthood. Many people find different ways to cope with it, some good ways and some bad ways.
Thanks for sharing. This was well written and touches on an important subject.
I loved that! Those childhood traumas indeed change our entire mental system, it takes a lot of therapy, effort, patience, self compassion, talks and time to deconstruct these limiting beliefs and voices :( btw I loved the TS reference 🫶🏻
Some of the most impactful and insidious traumas are not visible to the naked eye. They can be the ones which can cause the most serious or lasting damage. And just as you so poignantly articulated Althea’s cry in her room for release and understanding, it also revealed a level of self-awareness in her.
As things progressed unchecked, that measure of self-awareness was browbeaten into survival mode, by the very same strident voices from which she was so desperately trying to escape.
Definitely a gripping piece— the kind which draws you in, but also may cause one to be tentative, especially when facets of the story may hit close to home, and with the final outcome yet to be revealed.
You are most welcome. Thank you for providing the opportunity to share and engage.
While it’s always a hard concept to embrace, strength of character always seems to follow a crucible–like test of some form or another. This in turn lends itself to strength of purpose.
In order ro have the capacity to unwaveringly maintain your vision for whatever purpose lies before you, it will always require an ever-evolving, yet firm and supportive foundation.
My interest is now fully peaked for your follow up story. 🙂
Indeed 💯, you encouraged to continue writing with depth and purpose. I can’t wait to share the upcoming parts. Thanks again for your thoughtful words ☺️
Thank you for this deeply felt comment. You truly saw Althea, not just her pain, but also her emotional depth and quiet awareness, which I was hoping to express through her story. Her attempts to make sense of it all were subtle but so important.
What you said about survival mode really hit hard… those kinds of shifts often happen so quietly, we don’t even realize it until years later. They show up uninvited, disguised as coping mechanisms.
I really appreciate you reading this with such care .. it truly means a lot to me.
Part Two will go deeper, and I think it might surprise you. After all, this is a survival story; one of a strong warrior in progress. Someone who carried hidden struggles no one knew about (until now), and who is slowly learning what it means to come home to herself. I hope it reaches whoever needs it most.
I have been One of those children, and I now help other people with the same experience with my courses
That’s truly powerful! 🦋💛
Yes, I think quite a few people experience family traumas and suffer as adults. These emotional wounds catch up with us in the 40ies and they can get ugly if we do not do the interior work. I look forwards to the continuation of your post❤️
I too have been one of those little girls. I was the eldest of four and I carried the weight no child should have to carry. I’m 52 now and still healing. ❣️
Michelle, I was the eldest of two and I am now 53 years old. I have decided my mother and father wounds have to stop with me and not be passed on to my three daughters. You see, every generation has their own wounds and we keep passing them down if we are not conscious.
If my story can help you, I would be glad. Take care❤️
Since I was very shy when I was younger, I can relate to sitting by yourself while others played (never thinking to ask you to join).
And yes, childhood trauma can definitely have a major impact that carries into adulthood. Many people find different ways to cope with it, some good ways and some bad ways.
Thanks for sharing. This was well written and touches on an important subject.
Yes that’s true.. thank you so much 🩷
"Journaling became her safe space.. the only place she didn’t feel judged or INVISIBLE." I want this on a T-shirt or mug! 🩷
This means so much to me! I’m so glad it resonated with you. I’d love to see it on a T-shirt or mug too!!🥹🩷
I loved that! Those childhood traumas indeed change our entire mental system, it takes a lot of therapy, effort, patience, self compassion, talks and time to deconstruct these limiting beliefs and voices :( btw I loved the TS reference 🫶🏻
Yes I couldn’t agree more, specially when you don’t know the reason behind your trauma, thank you so much for reading and for your feedback 💗
https://open.substack.com/pub/seraphicfn/p/a-home-but-nobodys-safe?r=5tc2rs&utm_medium=ios you would really like this🤍
This is so relatable, and a little painful too. Music was always a companion for mee too. I love this🤍
Thank you so much 🤍🤍
A very necessary piece. Thank you for this.
Thank you so much, I just hope I managed to express it in the best way I could. 🤍
Some of the most impactful and insidious traumas are not visible to the naked eye. They can be the ones which can cause the most serious or lasting damage. And just as you so poignantly articulated Althea’s cry in her room for release and understanding, it also revealed a level of self-awareness in her.
As things progressed unchecked, that measure of self-awareness was browbeaten into survival mode, by the very same strident voices from which she was so desperately trying to escape.
Definitely a gripping piece— the kind which draws you in, but also may cause one to be tentative, especially when facets of the story may hit close to home, and with the final outcome yet to be revealed.
You are most welcome. Thank you for providing the opportunity to share and engage.
While it’s always a hard concept to embrace, strength of character always seems to follow a crucible–like test of some form or another. This in turn lends itself to strength of purpose.
In order ro have the capacity to unwaveringly maintain your vision for whatever purpose lies before you, it will always require an ever-evolving, yet firm and supportive foundation.
My interest is now fully peaked for your follow up story. 🙂
Indeed 💯, you encouraged to continue writing with depth and purpose. I can’t wait to share the upcoming parts. Thanks again for your thoughtful words ☺️
Thank you for this deeply felt comment. You truly saw Althea, not just her pain, but also her emotional depth and quiet awareness, which I was hoping to express through her story. Her attempts to make sense of it all were subtle but so important.
What you said about survival mode really hit hard… those kinds of shifts often happen so quietly, we don’t even realize it until years later. They show up uninvited, disguised as coping mechanisms.
I really appreciate you reading this with such care .. it truly means a lot to me.
Part Two will go deeper, and I think it might surprise you. After all, this is a survival story; one of a strong warrior in progress. Someone who carried hidden struggles no one knew about (until now), and who is slowly learning what it means to come home to herself. I hope it reaches whoever needs it most.
very enjoyable read!
Thank you so much, it means alot 🤍
This is soooo good!
Thank you so much 🥹💗💗