Dear Reader,
Earlier this year, I found myself deeply considering therapy. You might ask, why?
I realized I was struggling to heal from a trauma I am yet to acknowledge. The thing about trauma is, you often don’t realize how deep in it you are until it gets worse.
Many times, we don’t even recognize that we’re traumatized. I didn't do any research but I've come to the conclusion that, 99.8% of everytime you misbehave has a touch of trauma in it.
I believe that trauma grows into insecurities and become something we project onto others.
When I think about our parent's generation, I'm always in awe of how much pain and hardship they took without complaint.
I believe they were the most traumatized of all because they carried so much without ever confronting it.
You might beg to differ but I'm on to something when I say many Gen Zs are not so fortunate to be raised by untraumatized parents.
And you know what that means? It means we inherit their struggles, and that burden becomes ours to bear.
Sometimes, when people run from home, it’s not because they don’t love being there. It’s because of the circumstances and the not-so-obvious trauma that defines that space.
I’ve tried, over and over, to be as open as I can. If there’s one thing my generation has embraced, it’s the courage to speak up, to sọ̀rọ̀ sókè.
But what I didn't understand is that being vocal about your feelings is like speaking a strange language to our parents/guardians.
It’s not that they don’t care. They want to know what’s going on in our lives, they want to be there for us but they don’t always know how to show it in a way that this generation understands.
Tough love is all that makes sense to them when all we want is a love that is gentle and listens.
My theory is this: As children, we witnessed the dynamics of our homes, the silent treatment, raised voices, verbal abuse and what not. All of these will settle down somewhere and grows into trauma.
It's in your subconscious and sometimes when you lash out at people or someone you love. It didn't just start, it's a part of you that you've hidden.
Did I go for therapy? After scouring the internet for few days, I decided to give up on it but to be honest with you I know there's a part of me that needs healing and I have accepted that.
Enough about me; what do you think about my theory? I might be wrong.
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