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Frequently, we blame our parents on the outcome of our lives but are not willing to accept that our parents did the best they could with what they had in parenting. At the same time, our parents’ pain and brokenness did not start with just them, it began before them and, for some reason, they were unfamiliar with the broken cycle they carried. Picking up a broken baton can be heavy to have, but it’s possible. 

Having no direction and having the courage to dive deep into the family tree to study pathology led me on a mission to deconstruct behavior that was consuming me to conform to the dysfunctional pattern placed in front of me. 

I had to take a step back to study my behavior, owning the pattern, and permitting myself to do the work on myself for my legacy to have a better chance than what I experienced. You do better and take the necessary steps to activate your faith when you know better.

Many times, I prayed to be accepted as the person God anointed me to be and to equip me with the ability to make a difference. However, there is a price you have to pay, and the pain you endure places you in a position to want to quit. At least that is what it seems like: a setup to stay in mediocrity. 

Once I accepted the tunnel was in a dark, cold, and wet place, I still wanted to push myself to the limit of completing the assignment that I knew I could finish. Because all I knew was disappointment, abandonment, abuse, neglect and the list goes on and on. However, it was up to me to place all bets on me to go in a direction that many are afraid of going to save myself from self-destruction yet once again.