✨The Curse Breaker✨ By Seraphina

I used to think I was a woman of God simply because life was comfortable. When I had money, when things flowed easily, when the world bowed instead of resisted faith felt effortless. I smiled. I prayed. I spoke light. I believed I was strong. But then everything collapsed. I lost my home, my income, my security. Suddenly, God was no longer an idea… He became the only thing I had left. And when life stripped me naked, when everything I loved was taken away, something happened that shocked me more than the loss itself: I discovered a stranger living inside me. She was not holy, not patient, not peaceful.

She was angry. She was jealous. She blamed others for her pain. She doubted everyone and everything. She carried resentment like a shield. I looked in the mirror and saw a woman wearing a good image on the outside, but inside she was screaming, raging, cracking open. That’s when I realized:

Pain doesn’t create you — it reveals you. And in that revelation, I learned my first great truth: You can’t transform what you won’t face. So I faced her. The angry one.

The wounded one. The one who still carried generations of pain inside her bones. Because what I felt wasn’t just mine. It was deeper than personal emotion. It had a history. A weight. A bloodline. I began to sense that what I carried had been passed down through the women who came before me — their silence, their fear, their anger swallowed instead of spoken. Their heartbreak folded into the DNA. Their stories buried but alive beneath the surface.

I believed I had inherited a curse. Not a supernatural curse — but a psychological one, an emotional one, a spiritual one.

A curse of scarcity, self-sabotage, self-doubt, and the quiet belief that “life is unfair to me.” I had repeated their patterns without even knowing it. My thoughts had been harming my actions, secretly guiding me to sabotage myself, to shrink, to fear, to compare, to fall. How in heaven was that even possible? But once you see it… you can’t unsee it. And with this awareness came my second truth: Curses are not chains; they are patterns. Patterns can be broken. So I began the work. Not the work of making money back. Not the work of rebuilding my life on the outside. No — the deeper work. The quiet work. The painful work. I forgave myself first.

Not because I deserved forgiveness, but because I needed it to breathe. Then I forgave those who hurt me — not to excuse them, but to free myself from the prison of carrying them.

I forgave the past. I forgave the ancestors. I forgave the silence. And every time one of those old emotions rose up — anger, jealousy, resentment — instead of fighting it, I witnessed it. I said: “I see you. But you are not me anymore.” Then I released it like smoke. Suddenly, something shifted. My heart softened. My mind quieted.

My spirit stretched open. Even when I had no food, even when I slept on a friend’s couch, even when life looked empty, something inside began to grow fuller.

I started giving water and kisses to the dogs in the park. I prayed silently for the homeless. I blessed strangers who looked troubled. I wished well to the ones who had spoken lies about me. I lifted others while I was still broken. That’s when I knew: I was transforming. “Do not be conformed to this world,” Scripture says, “but be transformed.”

Transformation is not peaceful. It is a fire. It burns off illusions. It burns off ego. It burns off everything that is false. And when the ashes settle, the soul rises clearer.

As I healed, I started hearing others differently. When they spoke from their wounds, I recognized the voice — because once, it was mine. Their self-sabotage sounded familiar. Their pain had a rhythm I understood. Their unconscious beliefs echoed my own past. So I began praying for them — quietly, silently, powerfully. Not telling them what to do, not judging them, not fixing them. Just holding a light for them in my mind. And that’s when I realized my final truth: Every soul is fighting a shadow that was never theirs to begin with. And someone has to be the one who ends it. I decided that someone was me. I became the curse breaker. Not by being perfect. Not by being strong all the time. But by being aware. By choosing love when anger was easier. By choosing forgiveness when resentment felt justified. By choosing faith when fear screamed louder.

I chose to stop the old story. I chose to stop the generational weight. I chose to let the patterns fall dead at my feet. And now, I speak to you — the reader, the wanderer, the one who might be carrying invisible burdens too. Your thoughts can harm you Your thoughts can heal you. Your thoughts can shape you. Your thoughts can free you.

Stop killing yourself with old thinking. Stop fighting battles inherited from people who never knew peace. Stop repeating what broke them. There is more than enough love, more than enough power, more than enough light for every soul on this planet. Wake up to who you truly are. Wake up to the truth behind the pain. Wake up to the shadow you can transform. Wake up to the healer inside you. And if no one in your bloodline ever broke the cycle… let it begin with you. Because the moment you choose differently, the moment you forgive, the moment you rise above the old patterns, the moment you bring light where darkness used to be… You are no longer a victim of the curse. You are the breaker of it. The healer. The transformer. The one who ends it for everyone who comes after. This is my story. This is my awakening.And if you’re reading this, maybe it’s yours too.

—Seraphina