Beautiful soul, I want you to sit with something that might explain years - possibly decades - of confusion about why you feel what you feel: Not everything you're carrying is yours.
The grief that seems too big for your actual losses. The anxiety that has no identifiable trigger. The rage that flares at situations far too minor to warrant it.
The patterns of relationship dysfunction that repeat across three, four, five generations of your family with eerie precision.
The sense of heaviness or compression in your body that doesn't correspond to anything that happened TO you.