Today, I moved through a sacred ache that has followed me like a shadow for years: the longing for true family.
Not just blood — but bond. Not just relatives — but real love.
I found myself reflecting on what the word "sister" means, and how it has wounded me over and over. From every branch of my biological tree, the fruit has been silence, rejection, abandonment. My siblings on both my mother and father’s sides have chosen to not see me, speak to me, or love me(except my baby brother). My origin story — being the child of r*+*, born into trauma — has made me invisible in the very eyes that should have protected me.
But today, something shifted.
I allowed myself to grieve, fully. To stop pretending I didn’t care. I cared deeply. I still care. And that’s not weakness — that’s proof of my resilience.
And then… I reclaimed the narrative.
I realized: I am not the mistake. I am the medicine.
I am the one who chose love when hate was inherited. I am the one building a new bloodline — one rooted in truth, healing, and fierce compassion.
I may not have been born into a family that saw me. But I have created one: my husband, my children, and even my daughter who lives on in spirit. I am no longer just the child longing for parents. I am the matriarch of a new sacred lineage.
Today, I created a family crest — a symbol of who we truly are. Our tree is the cherry blossom, our flowers are roses and dandelions, and our guide is the moon. We are a family born of beauty, strength, and renewal.
To anyone reading this who feels like an outsider in their own family: You are not alone. You are not broken. You are being called to become the ancestor you never had.
This is your invitation to grieve, to rise, and to create. You belong. And your love — even if rejected — is real.
You are not what was done to you. You are what you do with it. And you, dear soul, are doing something holy.
With love,
Luna D
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