You decide—will the generational trauma end with you?
I’ll just give an example. My parents used to compare me with my cousins when I was young. My cousins and I were in completely different situations and with different circumstances all together. So naturally, we became what we had to be. But still, my parents insisted on how good they were, and I wasn’t.
It might have been a harmless comparison where they just wanted me to improve and become a better version of myself. But nevertheless, it stuck with me. All my life, I have resented my cousins because of these reasons. But since I realized this pattern of generational trauma getting passed down to me, and I’ve been following it all my life. So, I decided to STOP.
I stopped and took a long look at myself in the mirror and asked myself, Do they want to achieve what you want? “No”. Are they living the exact same life as you are? “No”. Are you in the same field as them? “No”. So why should I compare myself to them? I’m a naturally competitive person, and it makes understanding this worse. But not anymore. THERE IS NO COMPARISON. We are all doing our best with what we have, and that’s what matters most.
It was like this lightbulb moment, you know? I realized that there was no point in comparing myself to anyone else. We’re all on our own journeys, facing our own challenges, and doing the best we can with what we’ve got.
And that’s when I made a decision. I decided to break the cycle and put an end to the generational trauma that had been weighing me down for so long. I decided to let go of the comparisons and embrace my own path, wherever it may lead.
It hasn’t been easy, I’ll admit that. Old habits die hard, and it’s been a journey of self-discovery and growth. But with each passing day, I feel lighter, freer, and more like myself than ever before.
So yeah, maybe the generational trauma started with my parents, or even their parents before them. But it ends with me. One thing I promised myself is that my kids wouldn’t have to go through what I had to, consciously or unconsciously. And that’s a decision I’m proud to make, a legacy I’m proud to leave behind.
Until next time, Adios amigo!
The trauma doesn’t end here. The life of an Indian daughter just keeps getting tougher and tougher, and I explained my entire life in these blogs. Read Part-1 HERE and Part-2 HERE!
