Breaking Generational Curses

Generational curses aren’t just about what runs through your family tree on paper. They’re the patterns we repeat, the unspoken wounds we carry, the storms that never seem to end because no one dared to stand up and say, “It stops here.”

For me, that curse looked like addiction. My dad was an alcoholic. On top of that, mental health struggles—depression, anxiety, trauma—seemed to weave their way through my family like an invisible thread. And as much as I wanted to believe I would never fall into the same traps, I did. I made mistakes. I stumbled. I found myself in storms I swore I’d never be caught in.

And here’s the truth: my dad was killed by a drunk driver. You would think that would have been enough to shake me awake, enough to snap me out of patterns, enough to break every cycle. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t until I made the decision to do the hard work—healing, changing, showing up differently—that real transformation began.

Breaking generational curses doesn’t happen by wishing it away. It happens when someone makes a conscious decision to face the pain, take accountability, and refuse to let the past dictate the future. For me, it looked like admitting where I’d fallen short, learning from those mistakes, and choosing to rise differently than I had before. It looked like being vulnerable with my kids, showing them that yes, everyone falls in life—but what defines us is how we get up.

And now, I get to see the fruit of that change. My children are thriving. They’re growing into strong, compassionate adults who are carving out their own paths. My daughter is majoring in psychology, pouring herself into understanding mental health and wanting to help others heal in the ways our family has needed for generations. That’s what breaking a curse looks like. That’s growth. That’s legacy.

I don’t stand here pretending to be perfect. I lived. I made mistakes. But I also learned, and I changed. And that’s the beauty of it—change is possible.

So I ask you this: what decision will you make? Will you keep repeating the cycles handed down to you, or will you do the harder work—the necessary work—to stop the storm? Because the truth is, the cycle only stops when someone decides to rise up and break it.

The question is—will that someone be YOU?