As a person who uses his writing, both fiction and sometimes, too direct non fiction, as a form of narrative therapy, I can only imagine what has come back at you. I have had the fortunate position to have almost zero contact with family for a minute.

I have struggled for a long time to write about 'stuff.' Even if I get the details of an event accurate, the perceptions of all the players vary. Unfortunately, it is also that variance that maintained the dysfunction. I have had to sort within myself whether I am writing angry, or am I writing for my own growth and insight... There is a difference between journaling, blogging, and maybe even writing on Medium. I don't often make the distinction, and write like I speak. In this process, I know I have made mistakes. I think, in doing so, there has been kindness presented me in terms of allowing me to sometimes vent, and sometimes find sanity. I get the sense from your writing, and your comments, you, too, are experiencing kindness. Mostly?

The thing about generational abuse, it's maintained by silence. Too often anger is used to silence the wrong party. It is hard to write truth. It's impossible to write Truth. Maybe, as seems to be the case with medium, when people are able to comment and contribute, we can discover something close.

I wish you well on your journey. Keep writing your truth.