✨️Reflection ✨️
And then I realized—
The silence did not start with us.
What I was feeling at the table... What I was noticing in the conversations... What I was grieving in the relationships...
Had been there long before I arrived.
Some families inherit recipes.
Some inherit traditions.
Some inherit pain.
The kind nobody talks about.
The kind that gets passed down through looks, habits, assumptions, and unspoken rules.
Don't ask.
Don't tell.
Don't rock the boat.
Don't make people uncomfortable.
And for years, many of us followed those rules because we thought that was love.
But healing has a way of asking difficult questions.
Why are we carrying things nobody ever gave us permission to put down?
Why are we protecting dysfunction more than peace?
Why are we maintaining appearances while relationships quietly suffer underneath?
I don't ask these questions because I'm angry.
I ask them because I care.
Because somewhere along the way I stopped wanting to be right and started wanting to be whole.
And wholeness requires honesty.
Not blame.
Not shame.
Just honesty.
The kind that allows healing to enter the room.
I cannot change what was handed to me.
But I can decide what gets handed down after me.
And maybe that's where healing truly begins.
— LeYonce
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