Breaking the Cycle: Understanding the Pain That Haunts a Bloodline
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Last month, I dreamed about a relative who had passed away several years ago. It was the first time I had seen her in a dream since her death, and to my surprise, she appeared completely different from how I remembered her in life. She was happy —on vacation, relaxed, and surrounded by loved ones. In reality, this was far from the woman I knew. The version of her I encountered in my dream was free in a way she never was while she was alive. But what struck me the most was who was present with her—my daughter, her youngest, and myself. Her two eldest daughters were missing. Even in the dream, I could feel that the energy was different —lighter, peaceful, unburdened. It was a stark contrast to the reality of the family dynamic she left behind. Then, in the dream, she passed. She simply fell asleep in a chair and never woke up. Processing the Dream: A Hard Truth When I told my daughter about the dream, she paused for a moment before saying something that hit me like a ton of bricks: ...