Dec 29, 2025
Generational Trauma
This wasn’t love.
It was triage.
Two open wounds
pressing together,
calling the bleeding
connection.
Reassurance instead of intimacy.
Defense instead of truth.
Loyalty forged
in fear,
not choice.
You don’t hold each other—
you brace.
You don’t grow—
you stabilize.
Every fight a pulse check.
Every apology a sedative.
Every “us against them”
another way
to avoid looking inward.
That’s not passion.
That’s regulation.
Love doesn’t need
this much noise
to stay alive.
You didn’t build a future.
You built a system
to keep the pain
from screaming.
-Violet Hernandez
