Trauma

Nobody gets away unscathed.  That’s what my therapist always tells me.  Every family has stuff.  

 

There have been studies on rats that shock the rat every time they release a specific scent.  After some time they breed those rats.  Can you believe those baby rats are afraid of the scent!?  

 

Studies show that parents’ trauma is passed down to their children.  A parent’s fear of loss can pass down to give their child a fear of loss.  Genetically! 

 

It is interesting in life to observe lineages.  Poverty is often tough to break out of.  Some families value education, some don’t but either way this seems to follow families.  The father is a doctor, often times the kids are in medicine.  

 

If it is true that fear, abandonment, trauma can pass through generations then how do we reverse this?  How does an individual reverse the ripple effect?  

 

If all of this can impact generations, then certainly so could love.  Just being present in love.

 

Recognizing trauma that has gone before me in my family… my parents, my grandparents, my great grandparents… the sacrifices they made for their future generations.  The hard work without question.  The lack of information.  The lack of awareness.  The doing whatever it takes to get by without knowing anything about self discovery and self love.  All of the wounds that this brings… we have an opportunity in this time in history to look at all of it and understand what it all means.  And change course.  

 

Though there are countless times we may act out of our wound, we can learn to take a breath, recognize the trauma pattern, and create a different outcome.  Love.  Our new reaction could be love.  Imagine a couple of generations from now.  If we can make this movement count and change the course of history, if we can teach our kids how to pass down love instead of trauma, then maybe we can change the world.  Maybe kids will be born into a world where love dominates fear.  It begins with us.  Every day.  Choosing to react from a place of love. 

 

Turning trauma into love.  We’ve got this.  

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