If you were loved properly.
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A Cycle Interrupted
This is a raw, deeply personal reflection on generational trauma, unhealed wounds, and the difficult path from hatred to grief. Written from the voice of a child survivor-turned-parent, it explores the painful complexity of loving someone who hurt you, someone who was once a child themselves, failed long before they failed others. It's a heartbreaking acknowledgment of what was lost, what was never given, and what was passed down. But above all, it is a promise: to end the cycle. To raise children with the kind of love that doesn't wound. This is not just a letter to a father, it's a declaration of healing. Of choosing differently. Of choosing love.
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