When You’re the Cursebreaker in the Family, You Don’t Get Days Off
Let’s be real: some of us weren’t born into ease—we were born into generational wreckage with a spiritual to-do list longer than our ancestors’ silence. If you’re the one waking up to the patterns, lighting the candles, and breaking chains your bloodline never had the language for…
You’re the cursebreaker.
And baby, I know you’re tired.
Because being the one who knows better means you’re also the one who has to do better.
The one who holds space and boundaries.
The one who says “this ends with me,”
Even when it’s costing you peace, sleep, or your own damn healing timeline.
It’s Not Just Therapy, It’s Spiritual Combat
They think you're just being “extra” because you saged the house and started cutting cords? Nah.
You’re untangling trauma woven so deep into your family line it screams when you pull it loose.
You're not just journaling and crying. You're doing ancestral surgery with nothing but your intuition, your guides, and a black candle that won’t stop popping.
And No One Thanks You
Let’s not sugarcoat it—they won’t see the work.
They’ll keep gossiping, keep spiraling, keep pretending nothing is wrong while you’re out here clutching your chest from the weight of spiritual interference and inherited grief.
But you’re still doing the work.
And when your kids, your lovers, your soul tribe come into your life without those curses breathing down their necks, they won’t even know how much blood it cost you to protect them.
There Are No Days Off, But There Are Days of Power
You’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to pause.
But you and I both know Spirit will tap you on the shoulder when shit starts stirring again.
Because when you’re chosen, you’re chosen.
And while that doesn’t mean you’re anyone’s savior, it does mean you’ve got powerful hands, and that power doesn’t just sit still.
So Glam Up, Witch Up, and Light the Damn Candle
If today’s the day you cry on the floor, do it.
If tonight’s the night you drag yourself to the altar in lashes and rage, good.
You were never meant to be soft and sweet about this. You were meant to be divine disruption.
The kind that leaves ancestral wounds exorcised
and generations ahead free.