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nexa-styles4-blog · 10 months
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It's about being wanted...
So as a kid I have always felt rejected, unwanted from the people who were supposed to love me and protect me, so I started to do things ,make stuff, like art, drawings, calligraphy just so that I can be appreciated, get a little bit of my parents affection/attention.
Later applied the same notion in making friends, which explains why i felt that my friends- don't see "me", they only see my skill set. Now I realise why, because that is the only thing that I showed them. I never reflected who I was on the inside and tbh there was nothing to see. Only damage goods.
I was absolutely broken, my skill set saved me from becoming a social disaster but also made me just an asset in people's lives. I do good at work because I know how to be useful but I don't know one person who has picked me for who I am, for me, my personality, my essence.
And that is exactly why when my first love rejected me i felt like he rejected my soul...
My mere existence.
It was devastating because it was proof, a real time "history repeating itself" a notation of what my father did to me. I was rejected and it felt like I was worthless.... Again.
That I was not likable if I wasn't useful.
T.
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mixdgrlproblems · 1 year
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here is a blog post from @jessicaraesparkles about her #mixedexperience and how she presented herself as #White and how she's unlearned and accepted all sides of herself. there's always a story behind why people do this - survival, etc. read the rest of the blog post in my bio! thanks jessica for sharing! comment if this relates to your experiences 👇🏼 #mixedgirlproblems #whitepresenting #whitepassing #growingupmixed #beingmixed #generationaltrauma (at London, England, UK) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnka6fPuI-z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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burnerthoughtz · 1 year
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generationz
why doesn't this shit get healed? why did it get passed down again? + why does it have so many faces?
I gotta take better pride in breaking these hexes...
I'm breaking through brick walls with my bare fingernails.
me. a 23 year old woman.
beautiful young woman
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I am 
a blessing
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gsmentalhealthwellnes · 4 months
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Breaking Free: Unraveling the Threads of Generational Trauma in Your Life
Still battling the echoes of past pain? Learn to identify and heal from generational trauma's grip for a brighter future.
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sircharlesthepoet · 8 months
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Whoever Spares the Rod Hates Their Children
Image from pxfuel – artist not mentioned do you remember that you love your childbefore you beat your child? your offspring twists in your firm griplike an unwanted animal, finally caught the animal knows what’s nextit screams for freedom. in which graveyard in your heartdo you find desire to swing the whip? is it adrenaline?do you wish to continue the tradition? have you forgotten what it…
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unashamedwinters · 10 months
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I am a house that I cannot stand to live in. I have always instead lived in the clouds over the roof, getting endlessly distracted by the bugs and the birds. I cannot stand this house of mine because I did not build it, it is dark and damp and dangerous and with ghosts, which cannot be seen, but rather mysteriously felt. As a child these ghosts would inhabit my body and decay my bones, which have since learned they'd rather lie achingly in the clouds, where they might have a chance to recover. I lay and pretend I am home - that the sky above me isn't vast and endless, that it can act as a bounded roof to keep me from floating away, but I am secretly afraid of it's infinity. Often on sunny days I descend from my spot in the clouds to bask on the roof of my house, smelling the beautiful flowers I've lovingly planted around it over the years. On those days I easily forget that I am afraid to go inside, or that there is an inside at all. I remember over and over again, just as I am constantly forgetting.
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aspoonfullofsalt · 1 year
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Reflecting on what “society says” we should do - we should be quiet - we should behave if we want equality - we should work harder - we should be thankful. But here’s the thing… those messages are just programming us to be compliant to keep the status quo. Do you think the ADA and 504 would exist today if icons such as @theheumannperspective stayed quiet, behaved, and waited for the world to decide they were worthy? #ASpoonFullOfSalt #FiestyDisabledPeople #JudyHeumann #BreakTheCycle #GenerationalTrauma #Disabled #POTS #MCAS #EDS #BVD #SpinaBifida #DisabledAndCute https://www.instagram.com/p/CrG-h2zPEv1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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marigoldpine · 1 year
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To my millennial peers and to ALL this may resonate with. You are BRAVE. I am so proud of you, of myself. We are breaking chains and cycles perpetuated in our lives, in us, in past generations. We are healing traumas, facing our shadows, addressing our mental health, rethinking and setting boundaries in relationships, acknowledging and learning our ancestors' true history, asking questions, re-imagining, and not accepting the status quo. As much pain as these memories, pursuits, or hard truths bring up, we are only growing, making better and new what once was and moving towards what could be. This is not only for ourselves but for generations to come-- new cells regenerating in our bodies, reprogramming neurons in our minds, the beginning of healing our spirits. Cheers to being BRAVE and overcoming our fears with HEART, to finding our voice, making our mark, and owning our place in the world. Humbly, gently, slowly, we are moving in this journey TOGETHER. 
I wrote the above a couple years ago but re-reading it now feels very potent on this spring equinox today.
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saramackenzie1982 · 1 year
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There's so much more to it. I'm a people pleaser, so I learned to be observant. After learning boundaries, I used this empathy to reach you. As an author, that means everything. #LiveFrom #TheOffice #MyLifeIsShapedByMyThoughts #ExperiencesShapeYou #PeoplePleaser #Empaths #NarcissisticAbuse #GenerationalTrauma #VerbalAbuse #PhysicalAbuse #Observant #DarkSideOfNice #TheHorror #WhatDoesntKillYouMakesYouStronger #ItsOkToRest #Hibernation #DepressionAnxiety #IndieAuthors #LocalAuthor #NewBritain https://www.instagram.com/p/CpfoYY6LPPW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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danni616 · 1 year
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No lies told🙏🏽 #generationaltrauma https://www.instagram.com/p/Co9noyZuln8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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miyasanchez7 · 1 year
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Family relationships are so complicated to be defined at the time. For almost half of our lives, we were taught to love and cherish each other, giving unconditional love and respect. Getting out of or mending a toxic family relationship is not easy, but Max Teran’s book on how to procreate a healthy family will significantly help...
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itlnbrt · 1 year
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Getting old can be funny. #genx #generationaltrauma #funny #moderetrim #80s #90s #momsofadultchildren #crochet (at Fullerton, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CosiYPsS56O/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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vidvaan-insaan · 1 year
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What makes you "you"?
What makes you “you”? There is so much that goes in making you which is beyond your control that it is difficult to understand what you are? . . . . . . .
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You deserve everything your heart desires.
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I wonder… was she accused of being victim? Was she wrongfully sentenced to misery? That’s the deceitful tragedy with “victim”. The thing is once you fall into the fangs of misfortune, you are tainted.. first as “victim” and that makes you instantly the accused. It instantly makes you a part of the crime and you become the center of a ripple affect to pass on misfortune and misery to those nearest to you.. So I wonder, can she be blamed for all the malignant misery, fear, and worthlessness she passed on to the ones that should’ve gotten nothing but love from her.. The word unfortunate becomes very deep when I look in her heart.. I wonder if she was never “victim”, what kind of a soul could she have become? Would she have been a doctor perhaps or a fashion designer..? Would she have been deserving of the gift of “motherhood”..? The thing is, how deep could you trace this sepsis to get to the root where the seeds of failure were planted? And if you were to do that, would she be forgiven for all the souls she broke… would she be forgiven because she herself was shattered? After all the years, I still don’t know much.. but I can finally say, I know one thing… may her God give her the love she never had.. may her God rest to peace the “victim” inside of her. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: Anna Matykiewicz #victimmentality #victim #supportwomen #generationaltrauma #writersofinstagram #femalewriters #heal #icouldnthelpbutremember #broken #motherhood #beautifulart #artlover https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl9dpKUpIRx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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sircharlesthepoet · 1 year
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Dream of Generations
*To Jackie, Maria, and every children of immigrants birthed with a Purpose* how do I live like my life is my own?I must care for the generations before me unbothered and detached is a luxurythe few of us feel too responsible to cherish I don’t envy you, maybe a littlebut how could I ever walk away? I fail if the duties that my ancestorspassed to me linger without manifestation. after…
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