🩸 Entry 019 // Inherited Wounds
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Some stories don’t echo — they stain.
You carry pain that started in someone else’s throat.
Grief that was handed down like a last name.
Love that felt like a debt.
But just because the blood isn't yours,
doesn’t mean the wound isn't real.
You are allowed to bleed.
You are allowed to stop.
The gospel is this:
Healing doesn't care where the pain came from — only that it’s carried.
🩸 Reflection:
What pain are you still carrying that doesn’t belong to you?