Breaking Cycles: I Wasn’t Cursed—Just Chosen to Change It

 

They said it runs in the family.

The anger. The struggle. The silence.
But nobody told me it could stop with me.

For years, I thought I was cursed — like life handed me a script that I didn’t get to rewrite.
But somewhere between the pain and the patterns, I realized:
I wasn’t cursed. I was chosen.
Chosen to see it.
Chosen to feel it.
Chosen to break it.

Breaking cycles isn’t soft work. It’s not a morning affirmation and a cup of tea. It’s tears at midnight. It’s unlearning everything that kept you safe but stuck. It’s looking in the mirror and realizing you are the ancestor who refused to pass it on.

You’ll lose people. You’ll lose comfort. You’ll lose the version of you that tolerated what you didn’t deserve.
But on the other side? You’ll gain peace that doesn’t need an apology.
You’ll gain love that doesn’t come with pain attached.
You’ll gain you — unchained.

So no, I’m not cursed.
I’m the cycle breaker.
The one who saw the fire and still chose to walk through it — because I knew freedom was waiting on the other side.

And if you’re reading this?
Maybe you’re the one in your bloodline who’s meant to do the same.

Let them call you distant.
Let them call you different.
Because healing isn’t rebellion — it’s redemption.

You’re not too late.
You’re not too broken.
You’re the one.

@ROSE.UNCHAINED
The rose that bloomed after the chains broke. 🌹⛓💥