Weighed Down… (part 2)

The Youngest Generation’s Struggles…

By the time the granddaughter was born, the brokenness from the previous generation had seeped into her life. Her earliest memories were filled with the weight of instability, nights spent with rumbling stomachs, and the tension of watching her mother struggle to keep things together.

Yet, despite these hardships, there were moments of love and warmth. She found comfort in her grandmother’s home, a place where structure existed, even if it was wrapped in strict faith. Her mother, despite her mistakes, had moments of deep affection and dreams for a better future. But as she grew older, the granddaughter became increasingly aware of the patterns repeating around her. Women in her family gave their all to men who did not stay. Money came and went with little to no strategy or planning. Dreams were spoken about but rarely pursued.

She, too, began to fall into the same cycle. She loved deeply, gave selflessly, and believed in promises that were never kept. It wasn’t until her first heartbreak shattered her illusions that she realized she was on the same path as the women before her. She was tired—tired of living in a broken environment, tired of barely scraping by on the little money she made, tired of surviving instead of thriving. She wanted more for herself, and for the children she would raise.

She refused to be another link in the chain. She studied the patterns, traced the missteps, and committed herself to change. The realization was painful but necessary: if she wanted a different future, she would have to break free from the past. And so, she chose to step forward, carrying the lessons but refusing the weight.

How often do we find ourselves trapped in cycles we never intended to repeat? And what will it take for us to finally break free?

XOXO Kaye,