TO ALL THE MAMAS HEALING FROM TRAUMA.

TRAUMA GETS PASSED DOWN FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION LIKE A TORCH, BURNING EVERYTHING AROUND IT UNTIL ONE PERSON TURNS TO FACE THE FLAME AND FEEL IT….

To all the Mamas with Trauma who’ve set themselves on fire to light a path of hope for the generations that follow.

To all the brave and disruptive cycle-breakers who’ve had to become the black sheep of their families to break free from the generations of trauma that came before them.

To all the anxious, hyper-vigilant mamas who sacrifice themselves every single day so their children can be free to wonder, joy, and delight in the magic of childhood.

And lastly, to my own mother, who was locked inside padded rooms, restrained in straight jackets, and shocked & prodded into submission - yet never stopped fighting, laughing, and dancing right to the bitter end…

I promise not to waste the choice you gave up everything to give me.

Be free, Mama.

BE FREE