There are some people who would rather die than grow.
Not because they don’t want peace…
But because peace would mean admitting the war should’ve never started in the first place.
Most of us don’t even realize it, but we’re out here running marathons in circles
jumping through hoops of guilt, shame, silence
just to prove we’re still loyal to people who never knew what to do with their own pain.
We confuse suffering with love.
And we wear the family story like a badge,
not realizing it’s bleeding through our shirt.
The Unspoken Vow
Somewhere along the way without ceremony or consent
we inherit a job:
Keep the silence.
Carry the wound.
Don’t heal too loud or too far.
Because if you do, it might look like you’re saying the ones who came before you were wrong.
And God forbid you break the code.
God forbid you get free.
We’ll ruin our relationships, limit our careers,
deny ourselves therapy, faith, rest
just to stay consistent with a story that was never ours to carry in the first place.
Healing Isn’t Betrayal. But It Will Feel Like It.
The moment you start to shift, even just a little
you’ll feel it.
That guilt in your chest? That whisper that says,
“Who do you think you are?”
“You think you’re better than us?”
That’s not you.
That’s the ghost of your system, pulling you back into line.
Because systems especially family systems don’t care if they’re healthy.
They just care if they’re predictable.
So when you stop yelling like your dad did…
or when you stop shrinking like your mom did…
when you say, “I’m not doing this anymore…”
you just declared war on the dysfunction that built the house.
We Suffer Because We Think It’s How We Stay Close
I know what it feels like to think,
“If I let this go, does it mean it never mattered?”
Or worse:
“If I outgrow this, do I lose them?”
That’s why people don’t heal.
Not because they can’t…
But because they don’t want to betray the people they love by walking away from the pain that held them together.
But here’s the truth:
Healing doesn’t mean dishonoring.
It means breaking the cycle before it breaks the next generation.
You’re not saying what they went through didn’t matter.
You’re saying it mattered enough that you won’t let it continue.
You Don’t Have to Be the Museum of Their Pain
You’re not here to replay the same arguments.
You’re not here to carry the bitterness they never had the tools to release.
You’re not here to die on altars that were built before you were born.
You’re here to live.
Fully.
Honestly.
And maybe if you’re lucky to offer something redemptive back to the story
by ending the part that never should’ve started.
The Real Loyalty
Real loyalty says:
“I love you. But I won’t pass this on.”
“I remember. But I won’t repeat.”
“I honor you. But I choose differently.”
So yeah, healing might make you the black sheep.
But black sheep just look different because they were born to lead the flock somewhere new.
Last Words
Stop performing pain as proof you belong.
Stop calling sabotage love.
Stop making yourself small so nobody else feels insecure.
You don’t betray your blood by healing.
You set it free.
Let them call you a traitor
but do it with your head high and your heart clean.
And when they ask you why you changed,
look them in the eyes and say,
“Because I love you too much to stay the same.”