A majority of people suffer from a lineage of karmic roles/patterns.
Through the years resentment builds, insecurity festers and the cycle continues. After developing my own scars through an intense desire to run away, I came to an understanding that my mother never intended to hurt or neglect, she had been tending to a very large wound open in her chest for most of my childhood.
It wasn't until I moved away that she found the solitude necessary to process the level of hurt she incurred as a child herself.
Filled with animosity towards a someone who's arms I'd run to at the first sign of trouble, we'd go back and forth spewing toxic energy back on one another. Despite the bond we shared. Despite the love we had.
When I lifted that veil of hurt, and understood her heart's ability to show love, I realized the magnitude of our actions. Generations of hurt from an inability to heal. I remember going to her and holding her as she sobbed into that bloody hole inside of my chest.
It wasn't until that moment, that we were able to fully heal and move forward with compassion for her, myself, and others.
