Wounds

I decided today that I would try and write a blog about something that has been on my mind all week.  My challenge this week was going back to basics and really getting those details that may have been overlooked and making sure that I have all my source citations in place.  As I was confirming and verifying new data, I could not help but to think about my ancestors and how they endured many tribulations throughout their lives just like we all do.  It took me many years for me to understand that life is not always easy and you sometimes have to embrace and/or overcome life’s tribulations.

Growing up I always felt that I had got the short end of the stick by not being raised by either one of my parents.  Part of me buying into that was the fact that people constantly reminded me of it and would tell me that they felt sorry for me.  I took that to heart thinking that something was wrong with me and because of that I felt unworthy.  What I didn’t understand was that those things were out of my control and that as a child I am a product of what was inherited to me and that this would be my own wound that I would have to embrace and overcome in my life journey.  If you would have talked to me about this 10 years ago, I would have still been a mess and had not embraced my wound.  But, this week as I went through each and every one of my family members, everyone I know living and passed has had to deal with much adversity at some point through their lives.  Every person will carry a wound of some sort and many of us will carry the scars, but so much in life is the journey of how we heal.  I wish I could know all those stories of my ancestors and how they made it through.