Haha. My sister thinks mental illness runs in our family because we were cannibals and I don't think epigenetics runs quite to pre-Columbian times. Especially when residential schools were two generations back.
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Haha. My sister thinks mental illness runs in our family because we were cannibals and I don't think epigenetics runs quite to pre-Columbian times. Especially when residential schools were two generations back.
Actually working on healing transgenerational barriers aka rooted limiting beliefs.
~Now that i have a better idea of how it works and how to recognize it i will definitely glow in the near future. Wish me luck🧞♀️~
Scared? Anxious?? Depressed?? We understand...
Trying to explain a difficult concept which has deep impact on our mental well-being. Little heavy on the reader. But I believe something that could help us all if we understand this better.
Have you ever wondered why some are “scaredy cats” while others are open to any new experiences/situations? In fact, some will actively seek out haunted houses & streets : will be more than happy to go & stay to tempt the ghost to show itself. There is a certain populace which laps up horror movies & then there are others who would not be ready to watch a horror movie at all. A Dr friend of mine…
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note to self to translate "intergenerational trauma" as "üle põlvkondade ulatuv trauma" mitte "põlvkondadevaheline trauma" sest "vaheline" loeb nagu see viitaks rohkem peresisestele konfliktidele
warchild | daughter in pieces | unholy fatherhood | a poem buried deep
warchild | daughter in pieces | unholy fatherhood | a poem buried deep
he lived his life to the fullest glass nothing else live what was there to be lived he had every right in his lap he became bored needed to step out of boundaries he’d never be caught never be confronted bruised knees nobody dared suspected the jolly man drinking games * he didn’t go to war but his daughter’s husband did * a father visits his daughter a father cares about his…
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Heilungsschriften | Frauen die schreiben, Kinder die heilen | Ein Gedicht, nimm es so
Heilungsschriften | Frauen die schreiben, Kinder die heilen | Ein Gedicht, nimm es so
Wir haben uns verstoßen, du, mich, hereinstoßend,
Ausstoßend, du doch nicht, warum ich, liebend gerne,
Halten wir inne, ich auf den Knien, Bettelgeburt,
Zerrend, willst mehr von mir, ich soll Geld spucken,
Dir in die Hand, fickst dich durch die Welt,
Niemand weiß wer du bist, stirbst als Erscheinungsbild,
Sterben wir denn alle so, unberechenbar, Spurenverwischung,
Du,…
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