My Story
A journey of generational grief, grace and gratitude…
By the age of ten, I was parenting my mother and myself. I was running on autopilot: innocent, ashamed, and lost.
Addiction and its all-encompassing pain had strapped me in the front seat of a roller-coaster of feelings and emotions. The hurt, fear, and rejection of it were settling into my heart. I could feel it building walls—I was suffocating. I waited, hoping for a spark of light, an understanding. Little did I know that alcohol and fear dominated me, an innocent child who just desired an untroubled mommy like all my other friends had.
What had been a stable, joyful home environment suddenly became riddled with an undercurrent of sorrow. This had a profound effect on me. My mother never said, “Here’s my pain, Karen, you take it.” But her pain rooted within me and I held it, silent and toxic.
I was alone, lost in sorrow and keeping secrets while my heart was breaking. That’s where it all began—the insidiousness of emotional trauma and loss, the vulnerability of secrets, and masks I wore as protective survival mechanisms.
When I was fifty-two, my husband Larry died after a lengthy and difficult illness. I disconnected from everything. Suddenly, I was navigating suffering, depression, and grief. I wanted peace. Larry’s death evoked memories of the most difficult loss of my life, the untimely death of my mother when I was twenty-three.
His passing became an invitation to acknowledge my journey of life-long caretaking, the pain and sufferings of my childhood, and generational grief. It was the catalyst that caused me to review my life and recommit to using my intuitive gifts.
I began to listen intently to the inspiration of my guides. I understood that if I didn’t change my story, my story would change me, again, because that’s all it had ever done. I knew I had to release the self-suffering—the pain, trauma, worry, doubt, and fear—once and for all.
I was shown a path forward and I recognized that empowering forgiveness was essential to releasing generational grief. I understood that I had never acknowledged the pain I’d carried throughout my life. How could I have? As a child, life taught me it was far better to keep my feelings secret. I wasn’t cognizant then of their deep impact or of the insurmountable burden I carried.
Today, decades after holding deeply personal sorrow, secrets, and shame, I know that these revelations have changed my life. It is why I am here to help you heal and to change your life.
With lots and lots of Love,
Karen
