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A Legacy of Inherited Emotional Trauma. Book 1, #1
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- Date de parution24/07/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
Have you ever been left with no identity? Silenced with no structural foundation? I have. When I did something wrong, my mother repeatedly offloaded handed down stories to me, and when I reached adulthood life they became my responsibility, part of my guilt, ingrained in my memory. I knew this fell under some form of intergenerational trauma with a combination of epigentic memory, there seemed to be a hidden element attached.
A pattern started to formulate in my head which fell under unfulfilled circumstances and narcissism. In my adult life I recognised I was going around in repeated negative cycles that were beyond my control, I always seemed to get caught up in them. Shadow work showed me that the narcissistic source of these cycles did not start with my mother. Where would I find the answers? My grandmother never knew who she was related to.
All I had to go on was pieces of handed down stories and pockets of emotional energy I picked up as a child on an old country boreen in Connemara, County Galway, Ireland.
A pattern started to formulate in my head which fell under unfulfilled circumstances and narcissism. In my adult life I recognised I was going around in repeated negative cycles that were beyond my control, I always seemed to get caught up in them. Shadow work showed me that the narcissistic source of these cycles did not start with my mother. Where would I find the answers? My grandmother never knew who she was related to.
All I had to go on was pieces of handed down stories and pockets of emotional energy I picked up as a child on an old country boreen in Connemara, County Galway, Ireland.
Have you ever been left with no identity? Silenced with no structural foundation? I have. When I did something wrong, my mother repeatedly offloaded handed down stories to me, and when I reached adulthood life they became my responsibility, part of my guilt, ingrained in my memory. I knew this fell under some form of intergenerational trauma with a combination of epigentic memory, there seemed to be a hidden element attached.
A pattern started to formulate in my head which fell under unfulfilled circumstances and narcissism. In my adult life I recognised I was going around in repeated negative cycles that were beyond my control, I always seemed to get caught up in them. Shadow work showed me that the narcissistic source of these cycles did not start with my mother. Where would I find the answers? My grandmother never knew who she was related to.
All I had to go on was pieces of handed down stories and pockets of emotional energy I picked up as a child on an old country boreen in Connemara, County Galway, Ireland.
A pattern started to formulate in my head which fell under unfulfilled circumstances and narcissism. In my adult life I recognised I was going around in repeated negative cycles that were beyond my control, I always seemed to get caught up in them. Shadow work showed me that the narcissistic source of these cycles did not start with my mother. Where would I find the answers? My grandmother never knew who she was related to.
All I had to go on was pieces of handed down stories and pockets of emotional energy I picked up as a child on an old country boreen in Connemara, County Galway, Ireland.