Healing from abuse is one thing.
Healing from childhood trauma is another.
But healing from family systems that refuse to heal themselves
…that’s a whole different battle.
I thought I had healed everything I needed to.
Until this Thanksgiving.
I walked into that house and realized something:
I healed. They didn’t.
And suddenly nothing felt right anymore.
I couldn’t share what I’d survived.
I couldn’t speak about the hardest year of my life.
They laughed, minimized, avoided, deflected, and changed the subject.
I wasn’t unsafe.
I was unseen.
And that’s when it hit me:
You can’t heal in the same environment that broke you.