Generational Curses

I’ve been sharing pieces of my story, and after talking to my oldest son, I realized just how much truth there is to the idea of a "generational curse."

I’m not super religious, but I do believe in God, and there is a deeply spiritual side to me. I’ve read about generational curses in the Bible and often wondered—why? How is it fair to be punished for the mistakes of our ancestors? I still don’t fully understand it, but I’ve started to notice the patterns that make it feel very real.

In a recent conversation, my son mentioned how our family feels cursed. He talked about our constant struggles and the toxic people that seem to make up our extended family. And he’s not wrong. I come from a long line of dysfunction—generations of pain, broken relationships, and trauma. Even the family members who seemed stable on the surface had their own hidden imbalances.

When my son and I talked about this, we acknowledged that I raised my boys differently—I worked hard to break the cycle of abuse and trauma. But because I had unresolved wounds of my own, those patterns still trickled down in different ways. I wasn’t a bad mom, but I wasn’t a great one either. I provided for my children, but I wasn’t emotionally present. I didn’t know how to love and nurture them in the way they needed because I had never been shown how. Instead, I expressed love through material things—trips, gifts, moments of fun—trying to give them the childhood I wished I had.

So what does this have to do with a generational curse?

The more I reflect on it, the more I see that it’s not about punishment—it’s about the unhealed trauma that passes from one generation to the next. Like water carving its way through rock over time, these wounds shape the generations that follow, sometimes in ways we don’t even recognize. But with each generation, the force of that water weakens. I fought to make my boys’ lives better than mine. Now, my children fight to give their children more than they had.

When I look at my grandmother and great-grandmother, I can see how they tried, in their own way, to handle their pain. But my mother… she chose a different path. She was abusive, and she abandoned my brother and me. She didn’t try to heal—she continued the cycle. And for a long time, I carried the weight of that.

Breaking a cycle takes time. Healing doesn’t happen overnight, and sometimes, it doesn’t happen in just one lifetime. But with every step we take toward awareness, healing, and change, we chip away at the weight of the past.

Talking about this is very personal to me, but as I’ve moved forward with Vibrant Shifts, I realized that in order to be authentic to my brand, I have to share the whole story. It’s not always easy, but it’s a part of my journey. I hope that by sharing my experiences, you find something valuable. I invite you to join me as I continue this path toward truth and serenity, healing along the way.