For the past 6 months I have really been delving deep into the ideas of family trauma. Something about living close to my family again and now being painfully aware of where a lot of my lesser tendencies stem from. Things that in the past I tried to justify as normal behavior I now see for what they are. Unpleasant, unkind, or just coocoo.

Now living with the knowledge that we carry TEN generations of family trauma within us, I have been sitting with the task of asking myself how this manifests in my life now. I know for a fact that I tend to be tightly wound, some might even say anxious (it’s me, I would say that). And if I sit down to think about that in the historical sense of my lineage that makes sense. From my Native linage the pain of having my home taken away, from my Italian lineage the pain of not being accepted, from my Irish lineage the pain of literal starvation, and so many other backgrounds that I do not even know about.

The reality is in looking back 10 generations you are going to be experiencing a lot of pain and baggage. Beyond looking at each of these nationalities individually there is a commonality between of these peoples from all of the places. I carry the pain of 10 generations of women.

Now some fun facts. 10 generations is 250 years. Think of all of the HORRIBLE things that have happened in the past 250 years. There are the things that happened to your people as a totality and then the things that happened to each of the individual people of your tribe.

Also the last witch trial in the US was in 1918. Yup, you read that right, 1918. So out of those 250 years 150 of them women were actually being persecuted as witches.