One day I said no more.
I was all the way done.
I chose myself and the family I created.
This was the beginning of the end of a cycle that consumed me from birth.
I was no longer full of anxiety and fear due to external people.
I knew I would make it. I knew in my heart that in order for me to heal I had to make a choice.
I had to stop messing around with people who only saw me as a punching bag.
I had to stop giving away chances to people who repeated the same hurtful situations.
It was always the same. The only thing that changed was the topic. The pain inflicted was always the same.
Generational abuse breaks families apart. It’s not the person who goes no contact. It’s the abuse.
I write / I speak / I express the hurt that comes from experiencing generational cultural abuse.
And I’m never going to stop .....