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So good. It wasn't until I truly understood the weight of loss and grief my own parents carried that I understood their weight, that I was carrying in my own life. They had been long gone by the time this happened, but it changed me, my feelings towards them, and a healing came I didn't expect.

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Thank you Linda.🙏

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Me too. I wish that I had been younger with this wisdom.

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You use so many metaphors that have come up in my EMDR sessions, untethered, not human, not of Earth, helping to carry my parents' weight (of evilness in our case) that wasn't mine to carry. Thank you.

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You’re welcome.

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so, so true " It would take years before I understood that the weight I carried wasn’t just mine. My mother, and her mother too, had carried a lifetime of unmet needs, and those burdens had quietly shaped my world. I was, in part, carrying a weight that wasn’t mine to carry" -- this transgenerational transmission raises so, so many questions. Glad your rocket launched.

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